Good morn, beauty* queen!/
Do sunrise’s golden beams/
shine forth when you wake?

A first: ConTEXTing IMprov Haiku! *beauty was originally “dancing” because Abba was playing on the radio.

Who are you kissing/
in Half Moon Bay?/
Aren’t you my lips missing?/
Now that I’m far away?/

Or was it just a brief/
encounter, by chance,/
that brought us relief,/
but, alas! No romance?/

As you look out /
over your mist ocean view,/
can you ever doubt/
that I, oft, do too?/

And wonder what or whom I’m missing today/
when I’m not kissing at Half Moon Bay.

So I have to/
try to flirt with U/
who,/
if I’ve any luck,/
will visit Starbucks/
some time after 2?/
Oh! Thou Jew/
ess!/
Can you guess/
a better way/
to woo/
U?/
Oy Veh!

He sends long text poems/
to himself, just to receive/
some bounced messages.

A long time/
ago,/
I got her merlot/
wine,/
you know,/
in case she/
ever need-/
ed some./
That was dumb./
I shoulda used my head,/
and bought yum/
me/
Sugar Pops, instead!

She took me in,/
brain, food, heart, soul,
dancing, laughing, roll
on, roll in, rolling again.

I didn’t ask her to.
She just did.
She just was. She just is.
Lifting me when I was through.

With bright, piercing eyes,
taking me down a way
where I could see a different day,
I’d grasp the future in surprise.

She taught me how to take the past
out of the future, and leave it there at last.

I wondered if you’d /
be impressed with my working/
through night to sunrise.