Punched In

There is an underlying static--
a hum
in the semi-silence of an early morning corporate office.

An occasional rustling of papers,
the clicking of keyboard keys,
a cough from a few cubicles over...
but the hum pervades--
constant,
insidious,
and unnatural.

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Haiku [untitled]

Winter and the cold snow bring the dark-eyed juncos. My heart, full, watches.