night deepening . . .
family, home, and house
embodied
in one Chinese word, Jia,
murmured in my attic room
Hundred Gourds, 1:4,2012
A Room of My Own: Window Gaze Haiku
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window gaze
still the motel neon lights
and this car glare
FYI: This mood haiku could be read as a sequel to mine below:
alone
in a creaking bed
motel nig...