I wrote 4 haiku./
There were, alas, none 4 you./
Maybe tomorrow.

“Brace yourself!” she said./
For what? Her hurricane? Storm?/
I’ll embrace myself.

“I’m so lucky to have you/in my life” is true!/
But it isn’t just sweet and cute/
and clever and fun./
It’s the truth/
for you/
… and everyone.

I saw an eagle soar
yesterday above my canoe,
and as I watched his grandeur
I thought, Victory, of you.

And last night,
again,
I thought of you when
I ate raspberry rhubarb delight.

You should come float.
Dip your hands in the water;
pet the goslings and river otter,
and let your soul go remote;

Feel the heal of earth, wind, sky,
and wave and laugh as the eagle flies by.

You often brag
of those Prada shoes
bright and shiny and new,
brought home in your Goodwill bag.

For ten bucks plus tax
they’ll slide on comfortably
for all the world to see
as they help your budget relax

Yet still make those feet
look good! And Wonder WomAnn
has scored at shopping again!
(Watch her walk down the street!)

But non-recyclable I have no one getting what it means
when I brag about 99 cent yellow tag black fitted jeans.

Dang Michael Buble/
in the store, never leaves nor/
lets You go away.

It’s strange and empty/
to end hope, and love, mailing/
money and letters.

I wrote a haiku/
to you today. Like sunsets,/
you still can move me.

Thank you for allowing me/
to practice personal integrity,/
while still treating me/
with love, respect and dignity!

I’m working on me,/
my lack of integrity,/
and getting more sleep!