“kick up the fire, and let the flames break loose”*
quadru-haiku on loneliness
sittin’ in silence
hour after hour after hour
alone at the desk
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no soul to talk to
no soul to hold on to, yet
they all gathered here
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their voices quite loud
they shout over each other
flames flare in the air
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I’m tryin’ to grasp
still sittin’ in the dark when
bright morning greets me
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23 Jan. 2023
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*Philip Larkin
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