She said she liked me;/
stays within her triangle./
It’s called Bermuda.

My battery died,/
but I read your dashboard note all nite,/
thinking of how it’ll b/
2 meet/
some1 as romanticly,/
tenderly,/
intelligently/
funny/
as me./
Let’s c,/
si?

He finally understood:/
She didn’t like him that way,/
and never would./

As long as he’d help her,/
they’d be friends,/
but nothing further./
That’s where it’d end.

After writing a woman the previous “beer buzz” haiku and receiving no response, I wrote this as a follow-up
She said: “Do not do/
anything dumb.” Writing her/
haiku was, i guess.

Those closet poets/
might never show it, but they /
should, trusting they’re good.

His main hope was that/
when her beer buzz wore off, her/
desire for him stayed.

It’s suddenly clear:/
She prefers toxic men./
She goes 2 them again and again./
It’s so queer./

The dregs she quaffs/
should make me laugh./
Instead I,/
antidote,
cry.

He’d watched the sunrise/
streaming over the Grand Canyon. /
He’d watched eagles soar mid-morning in the craggy peaks./
He’d seen river otters dance and cavort at noon,
and been amazed at salmon spawning at dusk./
When the sunset flashed red and gold and green /
over the ocean, he’d smiled and held out his hands to capture its warmth./
He’d wept watching the full moon rise, discovering Saturn’s rings;/
Galalean moons;/
a shooting star./

And he’d always been amazed,/
turning back homeward,/
when miracles/
didn’t seem to matter/
to others.

He stood, /
hesitant, /
and wondered, would/
she be redecent, /
like others before/
to the beauty/
and mystery/
of his poetry?/
He wasn’t sure./

But because/
he, as a poet, never was/
sure of anything/
except hearing his heart sing,/
and writing it /
and verbalizing/
and not being ashamed of it,/
he let fly/
with words/
she’d often heard,/
but never in that sequence,/
nor had they ever made sense/
as they did that day/
when she heard him say:/
“It both frightens me/
and delightens me/
to create these words for you.”/

And he smiled,/
because he knew/
she was not beguiled,/
but was fully there, too.

He finally gets/
he won’t ever measure up/
to guys who trash her.