haiku

Drive to work in the

rain, I don't mind. The garden

is getting watered.

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Each time this happens

I find myself lost in old

thoughts of him again.

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Wet tire tracks plough through

green fields of fallen tree buds

on the rain-black road.

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I composed all three of these into my tape recorder on the way to work this morning. Then I polished them on my lunch break. There's nothing like a rainy day to inspire me.