Five Haiku

Which brings more peace—dog 
facing me or curled away?
Never mind. That snore.

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I walk home from work,
Listen to news as I think:
Pasta? Stir-fry? Luck.


*

So: “the first dusting.”
Memories, hope, fantasy—
the real snow report. 


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All those men, naked, 
having a party somewhere 
without me. That’s right. 


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A stranger, a chat
about singers I once loved. 
Still do. But . . . what? Time.