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

even

 

winging about gets

old.  Haloes rust in

the clouds:  the humid-

ity.

***

j.o.  6/30/17

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