morning sun
through an open window
a spring breeze stirs dust

hotel recycling
the sound of glass breaking
through my earmuffs

I realise
the cockroach isn’t dead.

bus stop
a man and his twin sons play
rock, paper, scissors

spring dawn
my steely resolve
dissolves in its light
the world is my home
and I belong in it


About El Norto

I write haiku. This is my haiku journal.
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