out doors in windows

the drops are dainty

at first but turn to downpour

soaked, i turn in doors

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haiku

sky to dirt

water pours in worms

reviving every root hid

once upon seed pod

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haiku

derelict

small sharp apples knock

against shattered window glass

there’s no answer back

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haiku

rising

sun thrusts exultant;

a sky of summer blue comes

through curtain

of mist

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haiku

my face in the window

NaPoWriMo day 29

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keep walking past

the open windows

said someone sad in a movie once

( or was it a book I read once )

once upon a time

I didn’t quite know what this meant

now I do

now I try

not to look down as well

not to walk straight out

not to pause for that thought

not to gaze for that face

just keep moving past

til my feet find the ground

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not a haiku

btw april 29 2021.

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And now, for our prompt (optional, as always). This one is called “in the window.” Imagine a window looking into a place or onto a particular scene. It could be your childhood neighbor’s workshop, or a window looking into an alien spaceship. Maybe a window looking into a witch’s gingerbread cottage, or Lord Nelson’s cabin aboard the H.M.S. Victory. What do you see? What’s going on?

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