Not that kind of Woman Haiku

Barn Haikus

In the western field
The old barn stands and echoes
The glowing sunset.

A week of shuffling
Spinning and weaving carrots
Republican wrought.

 

 

Headache in the morn
Going through the motions then
Geez. Pants on backwards.

I am getting old
My memory is a mist
But I still persist.

The sky is blue grey.
Brown grey branches
Sway to dawn.

I will never be,
I’m not that kind of woman
Even at sunset.

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