Haiku anyone?
Not your cup of matcha? Fine
Stick to sushi then
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Dawn is out hunting.
Scared shadows huddle under
the coffee table
Winter morning walk
snowy scrunches underfoot
fresh like green apples
Potholes in the road
The CD skips lanes again
Here’s a new story
Sun streams through the leaves
puddling golden on the grass.
Do the ants really care?
Tossed coin pauses
Pensive in the summer sun
it’s all downhill now
momentary rain-
bows on corpulent bubbles.
Beauty waits for none
Slouched down in my seat
Homer hisses through clenched teeth:
‘Red light turn green now!’
Mushing up colours
On this iPad in the sky
A naughty child, dusk
Night sets in quietly
dishwasher trundles on alone
thought stains rinse away
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