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  • Writer's pictureToby Gordon

A day through Haikus


Awakening


Nights unconsciousness

fades in avoidance of

approaching sentience.


Breakfast


Hand to heaping spoon,

spoon to eager mouth, swallow.

Soon, the stomach brims.


Morning


What will be made of

this new malleable daylight?

It's time to begin.

Lunch


Sun at its apex,

what once was recess is now

a rushed meal alone.


Afternoon


A heavy belly,

hot sideways sunshine beams,

this day is half passed.


Dinner


Food slides down throat,

sun slips below horizon.

A tired world unwinds.


Bed


Dreams rehearse, ready

to play the night's production.

The sky is now dark.


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