Earthy smell of fresh
mud awakens winter-dulled
senses like coffee.
Hint of spring
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Hair stylist issues
Bad trim, worse blow dry.
Pitying looks from strangers.
Do I cut and run?
Last day of 16
Some days she doesn’t
fit into her skin, too young
to be old this soon.
Missing Chicago
City of Shoulders
Your fountains bring tears, your sky
scrapers pierce my heart.
Salon visit
She contemplates bangs,
a different color, hair
as reinvention.
Lunchtime turnover at Panera
Morning mommies soon
supplanted by suits checking
BlackBerry emails.
Cold snap
Lulled by summer’s false
start, forty degrees reminds
us that April lies.
Undone
Pulling apart a
life together, the future
frays like a cut edge.
Ending
It happens over
coffee, one stunned, the other
already elsewhere.
Realization
She woke up seeing
him in a different light
flame sputtering out.
a haiku a day 