Walt Whitman Ted Lasso Be Curious Hope: Haiku

In a month, after
decades, we’ll again meet. I
hope we’re curious.

Where Under The DaVinci Sun (aka It’ly!?! Who’s in It’ly?!?) Revolutionary Email Haiku

I’ve watched her grow,up,/
spread her wings, fly, fly away!/
Can she suggest where?

I love it when a/
woman’s profile says she’s a/
sapiophile. Smart!

Don’t be blue.
It’s true!
I’m sorry I missed the chance
to slow (or fast) dance
with you.

Every guy wants to/
know that the gal he’s diggin’/
is searching on-line.

I asked her some tough/
questions. I hoped for answers./
She left, got yogurt.

He had the chance to/
meet and woo, but instead chose/
to create more verse.

I believe in you/
because I know you DO try.
I know you’ll succeed!

OR
Because I believe/
in you, because I know you/
try, you will succeed!

You write a woman/
a sonnet, with all your thoughts/
upon it, and “poof”.

While waiting for her /
to maybe call,/
I hope she’s as pure/
as those who have no gall.

She’s playing with me,/
but I don’t mind./
For a good woman like rubies/
is usually hard to find.

Of course her name/
could belie her personality./
Maybe it’s just a game./
Maybe she’s just BSing me.

Only by waiting her out will I ever discover/
beyond any doubt if she’d be a purifying lover.