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Summer wake
A haiku
summer wake —
drops of ice cream
on black shoes
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Even amid the formality of a summer wake, small human moments continue to unfold. The drops of melting ice cream on black shoes introduce a quiet tenderness, where grief and everyday life briefly occupy the same space. The contrast feels gentle rather than jarring, reminding us that remembrance often arrives alongside the ordinary details of being together.
First published on NaHaiWriMo.
Curious how these small moments become haiku? I’ve written a short guide called The Three-Minute Haiku System, which shows a simple way to turn an observation into a draft haiku in just a few minutes.




