Are You Sleeping? Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

“Are you still sleeping?”/
my Mom called to me. Alas:/
“I’m not anymore!”

I Cried At Her Compliment: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

She said seeing me/
with butterflies and mountains/
recalled Patch Adams.

How many people/
applaud trees silhouetted/
against the sunset?

I’ve seen similar/
views: Gentle slopes frame moisture,/
warm and inviting.

Three Spanish women/
walking on the strand, time waves/
captured forever.

When you drive *in a/
ragtop in the sun, you’ll get/
a nice farmer’s tan.
OR
*with your top down

If I have a bad/
heart attack when driving, who/
will answer my phone?

Your assignment for /
today is: Write. If you don’t/
write, you won’t write well.

She used to call me/
names, but I liked them. They were/
all complement’ry.

I wear* three soccer/
scarves, but just one holds my heart./
Sounders ’til I die!

*raise
*hoist