We both had bad dreams
but she’s okay, Portland-bound,
scratching poison oak.
Out of the woods
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Tonight’s Powerball drawing 2
Morning alarm
Sleep clings, plastic wrap
strong, dreams passing for real while
phone sings otherwise.
House near Woodstock
A’s dream–a fairy
cottage in the woods–simply
too good to be real.
Poor business decision
I quit my job to
work on my haiku blog. Chance
of millions, slim / none.
Haiku of the day
Wisdom’s spark. Fortune
cookie poetry message
ignites hope change growth.
Driving cross country
West Coast starting line
pavement our road map we head
east back to our roots.
Nostalgia
She cried at the film’s
end, remembering how much
she’d once loved the book.
Afterwards
We discuss the soul,
ponder death’s postlude, then choose
the happy ending.
Afternoon rendezvous
She blithely sails out
the door. No explanations
save her secret smile.
a haiku a day 