Thriftstore High-waters, Einstein Socks: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

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

Teach A Man To Fish Starvation: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

You may teach a man/
to fish, but if he won’t go/
where they swim, he’ll starve.

What would it take to/
be the man with her weekends/
and for forever?

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.

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.

My daughter: Before/
she ran with wolves, she danced with/
salmon, spied turtles.

I dreamed they were here,/
and I yelled: “They are here!” And/
now, at last, they’re here!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vooWAoTixNc

My video camera ran,/
dancing with the lake’s waves/
and the sky’s reflections.

My fingers froze,
trying to hold lens steady,
silently breathing.

I’ve learned to be quiet,
to live with the pain
of stillness.

It was all worth it
to hear a lone loon
call the sunset goodbye.