Morning ritual

Light breaks. I heed the
call to darkness, cup rich black
magic in my hands.

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Some–like white wine–are
best when young. My French Bordeaux
grows better with age.

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Poor business decision

I quit my job to
work on my haiku blog. Chance
of millions, slim / none.

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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.