Left in Manhattan
cab. Friends’ numbers, pix of my
kids in strangers’ hands.
Lost cell phone
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Left in Manhattan
cab. Friends’ numbers, pix of my
kids in strangers’ hands.
Tag Archives: disorganized
I’ve lied to you
A haiku a day?
Not quite. Some days the tap runs,
some days it’s bone dry.
Bad choice for the Oscars
Could Cameron Diaz
maybe have done her hair? That
ponytail so wrong.
Headache
Accomplished nothing
’til I took Motrin a whip
that tamed this tiger
Undone
Intention shines high
above like a star I see
and dream of reaching.
Packing for vacation
separating the
non-essential from the much
needed is painful.
Christmas triage
Not enough time for
cookies, cards, decorating.
Which one do I skip?
Clean sweep
My spare bedroom holds
many possibilities
under all that junk.
Knitting project
Fat balls of yarn crowd
my home like clawless kittens,
needling me to start.
Unproductive
Inertia roosting
inside me like a hen un-
willing to lay eggs.
a haiku a day 