These And Those Deep Chats: Romantic ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku Lament

It’s mornings like these,/
and afternoons like that, when/
I miss our deep chats.

Purple Rain Sunset: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku Lament

Over in the West,/
t’wards Minnesota, came sad/
sounds of purple rain.

I’m cracking pine nuts/
with my mom. She complains of /
old age. I don’t mind.

Living on the lake, /
there’s lots I could do, but just/
one thing I should do.

Four toothbrushes. One,/
blue, mine. Three, red, dad’s. Why did/
he grab the blue one?

When you wear thrift store/
high-waters, it’s good to have/
Albert Einstein socks.

In the woods of a/
friend, an unknown wildflower/
gives me wonderment.

Planting apple trees,/
pounding in fence posts, tired, I’m/
sure* I’m no farmer.
*glad

If you often go/
into the woods, you’ll witness/
the season’s first blooms.

I dreamed they were here,/
and I yelled: “They are here!” And/
now, at last, they’re here!
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