Haikus 2019(Mar 25th, 2020 at 12:15:29 AM)
Like pre-spring flowers I emerge not quite prepared for the sudden chill. The rain reminds me that good friends are hard to find. The snow, that they're not. The dusk-colored tea from leaves over-steeped, and a due-date come and gone. Is this the real world? If not, why does the wind blow so fiercely at times? The whoo-ooo of wind is nature’s version of your vowel experiments. You suck the green beans until the seeds split the pod. Parents do their best.