Gazing Out The Plane Window: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Maybe it’s not trains./
Maybe it’s just children and/
windows. They’ll always look.

Children On Trains: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

The wonder of a/
child looking out train’s windows/
helps me see clearly.

I am trying to/
suspend disbelief. Decades/
make it difficult.

The child I did not/
know smiled wide, said “Hi!”, and thus/
gave me happiness.

I can always tell/
when my heart is hurting. I/
won’t write anything.

The decks are again/
cleared, and I’m just waiting to/
hear, once more, from her.

She said that it was,/
once more, too much. He thought, once/
more, “Adieu to you.”

She told him how she/
felt. He was certain he’d think/
her pretty, naked.

Just because he’s not/
kissing her doesn’t mean he’ll/
smooch anyone else.

If you text your friend /
while you are walking, you may /
fall into the ditch.