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Morning Rush Hour Haiku Red taillights stretching,
a river of steel and sighs—
coffee cools untouched. Office towers blink,
their glass eyes mocking our crawl.
GPS lies again. A scooter darts through,
weaving like a sparrow bold—
suddenly, brakes scream. The sun climbs higher,
ticketing each windshield with
gold we can't afford. At last, my exit—
only to join another
line of hungry souls.
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发表于 2025-4-10 09:16:23