Ray wants to write Haiku tonight
but I won’t let him – I decide
what gets written & how & why.
Ray’s at his best operating machines –
processing inputs that produce output,
while he minds gages and thermometers
that measure the machine’s internals.
Ray also likes to garden – I let him
do it every now and then. He loves to see things
pop out of the ground, break the surface
and lean towards the sun. I think it’s odd
but I let him because I know machines
capture his soul and try to convert him
while gardening brings out his soul’s sweetness.
Oh, that’s real sweet Ray
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I like this a lot, Ray. Also, this is exactly how I have been feeling most nights when I sit down to write.
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Thanks. That internal conversation is one I haven’t always been comfortable with sharing.
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Great ink
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