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buy extras, blow the budget,
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Snowstorm
The heavens open,
the earth a new firmament
dusted by cold stars.
David Bowie
The man who fell to
earth left us too soon, stardust
in Major Tom’s wake.
Lake effect: Upstate New York
Thirty miles away
there’s sunshine. But in the Snow
Belt, it’s two feet deep.
Monday
Hello cubicle.
Keyboard. Monitor. Earbuds.
Plug in. Tune out. Run.
Agoraphobia
Inside ease comfort
outside unpredictable
so hard that first step.
Windy night
Outside the wind chimes
plead, usually placid
notes wrenching, piercing.
January thaw
Sodden ground swampy
a mash of leaves, plants, flowers
once distinct, now soup.
Morning alarm
Sleep clings, plastic wrap
strong, dreams passing for real while
phone sings otherwise.
Tonight’s Powerball drawing
With a ticket comes
hope, and since I’m ticketless,
I’m hopeless and lost.
a haiku a day 