Late Night Haiku XII

By Timothy R Butler | Posted at 4:55 AM

XXXII. A locust chirps soft,
A cry for the rush of time
To slow just a bit.

XXXIII. Signs abound to enter
The journey's new, wide roads,
But not exit ramps.

XXXIV. I ask tomorrow
What might perchance to happen.
Answers mix with noise.

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