Old Plato dissects
the tree from our soul’s vision.
Do I stand a part?
(October 21, 2019)
Ideally
Category: daily haiku
Inattentive
Chopping bell peppers,
I slice my left thumb deeply;
blood splats on the floor.
(October 20, 2019)
Labor
My feet ache tonight,
burning like a sack of coal.
The work week’s over.
(October 19, 2019)
One Shot
Bourbon’s no answer,
yet, our day begs the question—
Where else could I be?
(October 18, 2019)
Instinct
The Calico purrs,
and rubs her head against me.
Where am I to go?
(October 16, 2019)
inclement
My classroom is hot;
my students droop on their desks
like fruit left to rot.
(October 16, 2019)
Agency
I put on my socks.
The sun slides across the sky.
I take off my socks.
(October 15, 2019)
