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A piece of the pie,
a space in a crowded bed,
or sometimes, a cold.
Steve D
A piece of the pie,
a space in a crowded bed,
or sometimes, a cold.
Steve D
Whispers of cold air
seeping through tiny fissures,
stealing warmth away.
Steve D
Bundled up to hike,
singing and watching the woods.
Then the cold seeped in.
Steve D
A bug in the throat,
a tickle, until it spreads
like a sickly web.
Hope you enjoyed the haiku. Apologies for the short post. I had wanted to write my end-of-year Numberbrag, but that will have to wait.
My laptop appears to be on its way out after 10 good years. The battery (with which I replaced the first battery) is not functioning well, and I’m still not able to turn the computer on at this point.
I’m shopping around for a new home desktop, but in the meantime, I’ll have to use my wife’s laptop.
I also came down with a cold last night, and I’m trying not to get my son sick. He’ll probably be fine, but only he’s four months old. So I will be washing my hands compulsively for the rest of the week.
Steve D
Icy aromas
sting the nostrils and bare skin
and hands flare purple.
Steve D
The foremost reason
I drink coffee at my desk
is to warm my hands
Steve D
Bare branches splay out
Grasping for her warm breath, like
Skeleton fingers.
Steve D