From my muse to your eyes.
haiku #111818
hide and seek
in grandfather’s truck garden
eating our fill
© Rebecca Sanchez 2018
Written with Haiku Horizons for the prompt truck.
truck: NORTH AMERICAN
market-garden produce, especially vegetables.
“a truck garden”
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.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2018
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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