model planes
hung from a starry ceiling
that quiet room
this burden
of the morning silence
her absent son
height marks on the wall
day after day still a boy
in her mind's eye
A Room of My Own: Gig Life Haiku
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the stop, go, stop
of life as a gig worker
rush hour traffic
*Added*: *Re-Homing in the Maple Land*, XXX
after work
we're cocooned in a place
called Swee...
