Haiku
Hours has past I only noticed when the shadow on the white wall
on the house where the couple died within a week of each other.
He died in his sleep a restless ghost surprised that no one
sees him.
he has yet to accept he is dead. She died in her chair overwhelmed
by the swiftness of death. I see her behind the curtains she
too has
not understood she was the corpse in last week´s funeral.
This was not why I had been sitting here for hours while
thoughts
flew in a northerly direction, no, not at all, I had spent
so much time
trying to write a haiku expressing the wonder of sunlight on a wal
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