A Smoke-clearing Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

Time for some poetry.

The haikulodeon

Here’s this week’s heap of haikus:
Ha, ha, ha, it’s Spring!
The lap-dogs of Winter are
in retreat! Hoo-ray!!


This, in essence, was
the plan our moms had for us;
wear us out, we’d sleep.

Once a year, Pi day
comes around. It should be squared.
But never mind that.

The writer just smiled;
he knew thoughts were fleeting, but
wet ink would soon dry.

Puddles ripple at
the edge of a lonely street.
Intermittent rain.

A tangle of trees
may clutter the morning sky
but happily so.

Waiting for the dawn,
he lay in somber darkness,
replaying events.

Lunch with an old friend;
laughter at shared history,
tears for tomorrow.

Dogwoods bloom at last!
Spring’s celebration of joy
finds Riverside Park.

Double haiku:

In a sleepy town,
off the beaten path, lived a
man who knew nothing.


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