summer

Haiku 62

early this morning,
our street basks in silence,
the crow barks hello
 

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A distant memory

Sunlight cuts through horizontal blinds. Yellow white so bright it’s blinding. A momentary distraction from this day. A  brief escape from the humdrum, the tip tapping, clitter clatter of working life. In that moment, when I can’t quite see, I’m with you. Warm sun basking. Waves lapping. Sharing a secret. Not yet forgotten.