Four-wheel ballet, cars
spin swirl glide across four lanes
trying to get home
Rush hour snowstorm
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Category Archives: time of day
Windy night
Outside the wind chimes
plead, usually placid
notes wrenching, piercing.
Morning alarm
Sleep clings, plastic wrap
strong, dreams passing for real while
phone sings otherwise.
Winter sun
Summer is golden
butterscotch, January
skim milk, thin weak pale.
Morning ritual
Light breaks. I heed the
call to darkness, cup rich black
magic in my hands.
All nighter
Weighing sleep against
productivity, I write
into a new day.
Laid off friend
Drops by at four, raids
the fridge, toasts unhappy hour
to his firing squad.
On a cold winter’s night
Kitchen windows fogged,
oven-baked chicken is the
scent of homecoming.
Afternoon rendezvous
She blithely sails out
the door. No explanations
save her secret smile.
Up all night
I would like to see
4 am start off my day
instead of end it.
a haiku a day 