May 3, 2009

one day at a time

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Monday

too old to party
fried eyeballs and aching head
cold turns mist to fog


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Tuesday

circled with no voice
writing fists fly in the air
language in my hands

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Wednesday

laundrymat evening
metal twist and rubber dust
bubble suds with rain


2 comments:

floots said...

loved all of these
wednesday's certainly makes a washnight into something more attractive
thank you

Pat Paulk said...

These haiku are great!!Enjoyed reading!!