haiku

Stuccoed sky

One of my favorite things today, a haiku I wrote while looking up at the ceiling.

I was lying on the floor, listening to music, feeling stuck. I looked up and began seeing images in the midst of the textured ceiling. I spotted what looked like an older man and another that looked like the skeleton of a dog’s head.

I saw the resemblance of this evening with that of a summer’s day. Yet these clouds did not move. I counted syllables and wrote a haiku.

like the clouds above
the ceiling holds figures too
while I lie here

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