I wrote a haiku at the airport. Forgot to include it in the last post, but decided maybe it should have its own. I struggled with pointing this out or not, but perhaps I'll say it anyway--I like the haiku best in this form, when it's subject matter is so opposite the clean, small, loveliness of 3 structured lines.
here at the airport,
again the pervasive sound
fingernail clipping.
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