Fridays piling up
Like migrants at the border
The poet snoring
Friday haiku 136
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Fridays piling up
Like migrants at the border
The poet snoring
Bright sun, cool breeze
Birds on the wing.
Feet, you paying attention?
Stillness so deep
You can hear
A pen fall
Splat!
The universe
In a raindrop
April hailstorm
My fragile garden
Laughs it off