and it never had ambitions beyond that.
colliding awkwardly
in fevered dance steps
constellations of lights
as neighbors come home
fatigued mom sits at food court
tabletop empty
curious toddler struggles
to make sense of it
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the haiku project began as something vague, an elaborate excuse to take a few minutes out of every day to contemplate a single stanza. and it never had ambitions beyond that. |
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the beer and the beat colliding awkwardly in fevered dance steps |
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dusk, the hill becomes constellations of lights as neighbors come home |
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shopping bag burden fatigued mom sits at food court tabletop empty |
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three santas on train curious toddler struggles to make sense of it |
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respond, submit | |