The blank calendar; even thoughts paused like a frozen screen.
the cursor blinks ...
the weight of another
hazy day moon
FYI: My haiku below could be read as a sequel:
hazy day moon
alone, awake with the weight
of memory
Added: a gembun, about the precarious "work-life," for May Day:
The fan oscillates, its hum a steady heartbeat in the cramped dark.
dust motes
in the slanted moonlight
life between motels
