Her Request, Fulfilled: Romantic ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku

When and how do I/
Let her know that I’m letting/
her go as she asked?

How Good Fresh Corn Tastes: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

My glad face smeared with/
corn and butter, I give thanks/
for the gleaners’ rows.

The corn long-ago/
harvested, I got a wave/
in the gleaners’ rows.

Anniversaries/
Bring melancholy feelings/
When the meaning’s gone.

I figured out how/
to cure my sinuses and/
coughs: snort wasabe.
Or
eat wasabe.

It surprises me/
that something so simple could/
bring such bad feelings.

After fourty years,/
it’s hard to let something go/
because it’s not me.

How can she read my/
poems about the moon and not/
know they’re meant for her?

OR
know they’re about her?

I dislike learning/
something new at the expense/
of relationships.

I dislike learning/
something new/
at the expense of keeping/
my great relationship with you.

It’s hard to tell the/
difference between my phone’s buzz/
and chest congestion.