A Haiku Each Day

Sixty-two hundred and five Syllables a year.

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Superstition

Cold winter evening
A man lights a cigarette
To make the bus come.

This actually “works” surprisingly often…

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A haiku-less day
Waiting for inspiration
Like a detoured bus.

Citrus II

The bus running late…
I could have bought an orange
From the produce stand.