haikuesday

never do i feel

more naked – left all alone

than when i shower.

* * * 

a bucket once full

has suddenly, if i’m right,

turned into a chore.

* * * 

‘well, what is it, then?’

‘. . . her eyes – yes! – the way they move; 

not restless but alive.’

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