Monday, February 6, 2012

Haiku Series

Staring at paper
she feels so trapped inside it.
Autumn leaves blow by.




Bright lit screen fades her
in ways she never could see.
Sunlight appears dark.





Grocery lists say
do this and that till gone
while day waits to play.





Branches sing and dance.
She passes by without eyes.
They lost her to work.

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