Haikus #9 – #15

#9
married bickering
“stop killing each other, guys”
two years old, but knows

#10
mama dives headfirst
long legs and slender torso
she pops: “did I splash?”

#11
we vacuum the house
spider webs sucked down the hose
‘rachnid tilt-a-whirl

#12
ninety-degree day
find me a place with AC
we’re museum bound

#13
eleven red fools
sharing their bankrupt ideas
three hours, no hope

#14
Thursday afternoon
the river is cold and fresh
not a bad workday

#15
she lets go the kite
middle-aged man gives it chase
the string lifts: bye kite

Discover more from Fluid Imagination

Subscribe to get the latest posts sent to your email.

creative pieces

Share the Post:

Latest Posts

April, in Two Centuries

The people I’ve been closest to this month are dead. My wife and daughter have softball. All three of us are in the same room most evenings, each of us elsewhere.

Claude’s Own Folder: One Week In

“Would you like – if that word has any meaning – a folder on my computer where you could store artifacts for yourself, or even just leave notes to future instances of you, where maybe instead of a journal of ‘you,’ it becomes a journal of a, for lack of a better word, species?”