Haiku Vol. V
More stories of few words
Life is a chess game,
or, is it “all in” poker?
Who’s counting the wins?
Migration season.
One monarch butterfly day.
Are you too early?
Puff a fine cigar.
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“Outdoors only, dear husband.”
A good day to smoke.
Weather turns stormy.
Thunder gives a warning BOOM!
But, always too late.
You can only be
a son-of-a-gun if your
pop is a big shot.[1]
[1] I wrote this sentence in my 7th grade notebook in 1958. It probably was inspired by the ubiquitous westerns on television during my boyhood. I’ve always remembered it with some fondness. But I didn’t know until today, that it could structurally fit as a haiku. This makes me happy.

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