Lulled by summer’s false
start, forty degrees reminds
us that April lies.
Cold snap
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Rain
Like eyes heavy with
grief, grey clouds spill a steady
patter of sorrow.
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.
Facebook status after the breakup
“There’s always rain at
the most appropriate times
in my life,” he wrote.
Stiff spring breeze
Tightly furled like clenched
fists, tentative red-tipped buds
sway on bare branches.
Book club procrastinator
Meeting tomorrow.
Haven’t even opened it.
That’s life on the edge.
Hearing herself on CD
When her voice leaves her
body, recorded, it’s a
stranger who comes out.
Passing health care reform
Status on Facebook:
“Watching CSPAN.” Many like
seeing sausage made.
a haiku a day 