Thursday haiku

Jenny says it's our  

twentieth year coming out  

here. Lake Cushman rules

Wednesday haiku

Everyone inside,  

the room packed, I sit out here  

just so I can breathe

Tuesday haiku

 Opportunities  

loom over this morning but  

I haven't picked yet

Monday haiku

As I write haiku,  

the squirrels laugh at me and  

they can't even read

Weekend haiku

The last leaf on the  

tree gets the greatest views and  

the softest landing  

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He made this Fourth of  

July about him, and so  

I won't celebrate

Wednesday haiku

We rarely cook up  

bacon, but when we do, it's  

a celebration

Tuesday haiku

While swimming in the  

ocean, if it gets warm, it's  

likely the sea weed