In the night words form,
perfect ideas all aligned.
Fleeing at daybreak.
lost
Agh…
I hate it when
the perfect haiku slips off
while still unwritten.
Integrity…
Grease tattooed,
callused, working hands, folded, peacefully.
My father’s hands.
Dreams…
Shattered windshield
shattered dreams of spring and…
Oh, spring morning frost
Casino Fortune
Slumped against the wall at sunrise waiting, waiting, winning bingo call.
Not When…
Let’s meet for coffee?
Soon, tomorrow? Later, let’s
set a date. Later…
Lost and gone
Three haikus born on commute,
At work abandoned, then forgotten.
Gone forever haunting…
Not sure…
How this works? But it seems you can make a law that requires a 5 cent deposit and a law that says stores only have to pay a redemption for items they sell.
It probably works really well for the states that enforce payment of the deposit from out-of-state businesses. They get to keep all those nickels that can’t be redeemed. Don’t think it’s that much? Do the math… BIG BUCK$!!
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End of the 4th…
Beautiful day, perfect weather. Walk around but it’s easy to find a place to watch the town parade so few attend. Where’s the spirit? Probably at some carnival where the rides and games replace the pride. Lost lives, lost memories.
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