A series of Haiku, the first sent at 1:06 a.m., followed by two more observations at 8:08 and 8:23 a.m.
I can’t stop thinking/
on an intellect I met./
It must be karma.
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Alas, too late did/
I see, no fan was she of/
late night poetry.
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The late-night haiku/
didn’t do for her what I’d/
hoped it would. We’re through.