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Couch in the kitchen
Looking at the refinished floors
Took twenty-five years

Mistake in thirties
Leads to floor redo and drudge
In your late fifties

Lost haiku vacuumed
Beloved scrubbed couch leaves the house
It’s ready for next

The neighborhood walk
With random people mingling
We brought a few more

New cocktail Thursday
Celebrating Friday’s Eve
The weekend sneaks in

Morning workout shirked
For a meeting that wasn’t
All that guilt for naught

They talk to fill time
My resting bitch face saves me
The rumpled words howl

Blatant word thieving
My unlocked phone on the desk
Wordler eyes take notes