A description of the day in Haiku:
A drive to Salt Lake
a long trip made longer still-
lack of desire.
partly a success:
the Springbar will be fixed
end of November.
Nice carpenters with
lucrative contracts in Driggs
too involved to help me.
people drove me mad
rushing hurriedly around
I did what I needed.
Not eating 'til late
head pounding, blurry vision
silly me, sick boy.
moving here and there
No people, just possessions
I limped home at dark.
Not the best caesuras or other traditional form, but hell. This isn't the academy of the farging arts.
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