I type in a dim
dark room listening to surf.
There’s an app for that.
Ocean waves
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Missing Chicago
City of Shoulders
Your fountains bring tears, your sky
scrapers pierce my heart.
Lunchtime turnover at Panera
Morning mommies soon
supplanted by suits checking
BlackBerry emails.
Levenger
Trying to make work
indulgent, a nine-to-five
wage slave’s fantasy.
Cold snap
Lulled by summer’s false
start, forty degrees reminds
us that April lies.
Writing
Rubik’s cube of words
adjectives nouns verbs form a
perfect turn of phrase.
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.
a haiku a day 