Some may say this is cheating, but I think it's a way to still have a daily perspective on my topic of choice - poetry, whether it's science fiction poetry, haiku poetry, or whatever else I'm fancying writing at the moment.
So, why am I on Interstate 5 approaching Highway 152 where I'm going to travel west to San Jose?
A haiku reading in a teahouse. What else?
the highway stretches
into my morning