Memories 

Down from my window  

Thousands of lights, lives 

Alone before sleep 

Remembering nights alone in my apartment looking out over the city. Not an elegant view, but I y think Kerouac should’ve been comfortable. 

Tonight’s Haiku, November 8, 2019

Hear the night's language, Moving between streetlights 
Far away laughter
Tonight’s Haiku

Hear the night’s language
Moving between streetlights
Far away laughter

Today’s Haiku, Nov. 5, 2019

coolness upon my face
sweaters delight me deeply
dawn’s arrival slowed

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Nightly Haiku, October 30, 2019

The still tree’s branches
Memories of autumns past
A street light’s halo