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

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...