Haiku #111818

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haiku #111818

hide and seek
in grandfather’s truck garden
eating our fill

Written with Haiku Horizons for the prompt truck.

truck: NORTH AMERICAN
market-garden produce, especially vegetables.
“a truck garden”

Enigmatic Me

Enigmatic Me

Forever is a long time
tomorrow never comes
yesterday is so far away
I waste my time
and that’s a crime.

Destiny goes unfulfilled
the shape of things to come
the lottery is never won
fate knows the score
forevermore.

My lifeline tells me nota
my fortune can’t be rushed
good things take time
to ascertain
so an enigma I’ll remain.

nota=slang for nothing

My life remains a puzzle slowly coming together with pieces bent and missing that may be lost for good. How would I know?

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