Haiku: Halo Rustica

No cards, no movies

no road trips, no school

no work. It’s boring.

You can


only play so much

harp, sing so many

paeans of praise. And

count so


many beads, even

on gem encrusted

rosaries.  And



winging about gets

old.  Haloes rust in

the clouds:  the humid-



j.o.  6/30/17


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