Happiness. It's relative.
Posted on December 2, 2021 by Jan Wilberg

The small rocks under
His pillow, bunched in places,
Bade him a good night
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Photo by Toa Heftiba on Unsplash
Category: haiku

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What happens here on Red's Wrap is all over the map. There is no single theme, no overarching gripe, no malady of my own or others that dominates. I write about what seems important or interesting at the moment and what aims me toward hope. I write stories, essays, poems - whatever fits the day and the mood. Nothing stays the same, here or anywhere. That's a good thing. Happiness. It's relative.
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I suspect that many of us essentially sleep on some rocks. Nicely put.
great poem, says a lot with a little