The tall glass with ice
two thin slices of orange
schweppes tonic water.
Finally, heat lifts
the sprawled limp cats roll over,
cooling other side.
Tomorrow’s haiku
counting thoughts and syllables
counting routine hours
The night draws round us
The spring has leapt to summer
Day’s heat withdraws now.
Will you haiku me
tomorrow all day and then
write another one.
Once you get to ten
the next and the next haiku
roll right off the pen.
