I set out driving
Early morning late July
Wind whips at my hair
Buffeted by a cool breeze
The slightest hint
of Autumn hangs in the air

Now I remember
My reason for fleeing North:
Humidity sucks.

果物

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Firm flesh yields to my
Sinking teeth, tongue lapping up
The red running juice
I smack my lips for more
Ah, the sweet taste of summer.


With a knife I strip
Your spiny scales to reveal
The ripe flesh within
If it weren't for your core,
I would eat your body whole.


Exotic brown skin
So petite and firm, easy
To hold in my hand
Will you be angry at me
If I pucker at your flesh?


Exotic brown skin
So petite and firm, easy
To hold in my hand,
Your soft fur stands between us.
Here, let me help you
Shed your tropical sable;
Now naked, a bite?
Just one tiny nibble?  Oh!
You sting, I pucker.

夏

Ah, lazy summer
Winter's pallor forgotten,
Languish in the sun.

The rocks are dripping
My sticky skin is as well
Summer is coming

I feel much better
For the sun and warm breezes
Have woken me up

On-the-go Collected

Ah, lazy summer
Winter's pallor forgotten,
Languish in the sun.

The rocks are dripping
My sticky skin is as well
Summer is coming

I feel much better
For the sun and warm breezes
Have woken me up


In springtime of life
Your tulips are blossoming
May I be the first?


Wide hats, FiveFingers
Strange gear first seen this season
Springtime must be here!


いっしょうに, we
dance and sway, 音楽 to
feeling the music


A chance to meter
My thoughts: I take advantage
Of every haiku.


almost impending
end of semester is near
savor the crazy


peruse: ampersand
swift lines and smooth connections
all in one small "and"


Oh how I've waited
To feel grass between my toes
It is spring indeed!


ありがとう
金は幸せ
になります

In-flight haiku practice

The turtledoves sing
to let us know what's up:
The world is in love.

Brown ducks in winter
sit calmly on frozen ponds.
Their butts must be cold.


30,000 feet.
Pretty high up, don't you think?
I prefer the ground.

If people could fly,
Would they? Or would they be
frightened of falling?


These shoes are so cute.
They make my legs look gorgeous
but they hurt like hell.


What's down underneath?
Your soul? Mine? Purgatory?
A leather sofa?


I pity people
who have to learn English.
It makes no effing sense.

Japanese makes sense.
I guess that's what happens when
a country's that old.


I forgot my socks.
Packed them in my checked luggage.
My feet are frozen.


It is difficult
to not read these until I've
finished all of them.

A revelation!
White space: not as frightening
as it was before.


There's room for one more
Better make it a good one
Concatenation

An aggregation
Plenipotentiary
O! graduation...