A Series of Haikus
- millstej
- Apr 23, 2020
- 1 min read
Updated: Apr 27, 2020
by Jennifer Jolivert
Endlessly moving,
“Stop” feels like a backwards force
Braking battered bones.
People are dying.
What the hell do I do now?
The same thing, I guess.
“Same” feels different.
Birds chirp in fresh April air.
New moments of peace.
So much time to think.
Whipped coffee in my best mug.
Each sip, a new life.
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