hospice room
an empty flower vase
holds itself
scattering ashes ...
the monotonous fall
of winter waves
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...
