A Year in Haiku

The Short Order Cook,
On Break, Sits by a Window,
Stares, Rubbing His Jaw

Morning Sunlight Falls
In A Single Bright Shaft and
His Stained Chef’s Whites Glow

A Small Sacrament
As If This Light Had Escaped
From Some Cathedral

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