Late Night Fridge Raid: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

When you raid the fridge/
late nights, check labels to make/
sure it’s not prune juice.

Latter-Day Faithful: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

We should learn that “Faith
in Every Footstep” doesn’t
just mean Pioneers.
OR

Children teach us: “Faith/
in Every Footstep” doesn’t/
just mean Pioneers.

Her hand on his white
shirt back: Painful reminder
Of how much I missed.

We write and photo/
us because who knows our souls/
better than ourselves?

When, as children, do/
we fin’lly made the choice to/
stop our joyful dance?

Thinking of my girl/
singing “Since the day I left/
Milwaukee” brings tears.

In Pioneer Park,/
an old man plays pioneer/
music: Led Zeppelin.

Some day when I’m old/
and gray, I hope my kids will/
treat me that same way.

It was my parents’/
job to tell me *to change shirts,/
not some teenage girl’s.
Or
not one of my friend’s.
Or
*my shirts stunk.

Props to my son /
for making the connection /
between Utah’s obsession /
with zombies /
and the Mormons’ belief/
in the Resurrection.