Haiku eighty two.

Hello all!

Shouts from the pub

echo across the street

grand final day

evening spring rain

I’m soaking wet

in the shower

folding my arms

in the shower

a puddle forms

music and water

hands immersed in ritual

washing dishes

vibrations

on forehead through the wall

on which I sob

sweat rolling down

my face

mixed with tears

Peace.

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2 Responses to Haiku eighty two.

  1. Sounds like a sad day there.

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