Phone and Internet service have at last been restored, for which, on this fourth Thursday in November, I am truly thankful. Now I can go back to bitching about how slow my computer is.
Haiku 329
(for Thanksgiving Day)
and for all the birds --
soaring, singing, edible --
we humbly thank Thee
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Haiku 328
unseasonable
chorus of chirping crickets
now silenced by frost
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Haiku 327
Why was I angry.
Rain patters on the pavement.
I don't remember.
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Haiku 326
a self-absorbed man
leans on the wall, playing jazz
commuters rush by
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Haiku 325
why do we resist
certain messages sent us
by cold wind and rain
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Haiku 324
a second rain falls
as breezes shake the silver
from the curling leaves
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Haiku 323
OK, so no phone
but now I've lost DSL
AT&T sucks!
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Haiku 322
fallen leaves scattered
scarlet on a gray sidewalk
birds scattered in flight
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