From The Immediate and No Sooner, 2021.
Haiku 833
6/25/20
Tired waffle weave cloth
swipes its one-millionth wet plate.
Threads fray. Break. A hole.
Haiku 834
6/25/20
three dirty sponges
huddled together squeezed dry
pants of exhaustion
Haiku 835
6/25/20
skylight to ceiling –
up view from inside lampshade.
light bulb eyes its sky.
Claudia McGill Writes Poetry, Did You Know That? 
Ah! The sponges #834 is perfection!!!
Thank you. I give my sponges a hard life, if you were to ask them, that’s where I got this poem from!