July has flown by
swooning in a hot river
Whatever. August.
Could be uplifting
but wallows in commercials
and silly dramas.
Dinner, beer, dessert:
Reward for pushing onward
and getting it done.
Write your own haiku:
tickle seven syllables
with two lines of five.
Crows dotting a lawn
looking around socially
asking for a drink.
I’m reading Alice:
rabbit, queen, duchess, hatter
tough to be a child.
That’s for a grown up
Don’t be such a child, Alice
Don’t act your age, please.
