“LoveStuck*”


I am the parent

I warned me about – lovestuck

and old-fear floated

 

  • (I worte this at 5:55 a.m. – awakened several times from 5:30 a.m. onward and I did promise to commit the haiku to memory as I reclined again to my repose – then the cell phone alarm – which I had forgotten to silence – came aboard to chime in, and it was too far and too insistent to ignore.  So I scribbled in the dark with the light of a one-diode “Sidewinder” handcrankcharger.  I had time to grab my glasses, the pen and notebook and the radio alarm began telling me to get off my dying ass and onto my lazy worn-out feet and do something constructive.  Hope you are satisfied.  Later, I napped.)

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