Things Might Seem Bad: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

No matter how hard/
life is, and what happens, birds/
still fly at sun set.

Dad’s Bench, My Labor, God’s Sunset, Mom: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Dozens of butts will/
sit on a wood bench I built,/
watch sunsets God made.

We were waiting for/
the “pink” full moon. Who named it/
such a thing, and why?
#LakeWinneconne #PinkFullMoon #Bonfire #Storytelling

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

There was a canoe,/
empty, at sunset, waiting/
for you two, and beer.
(photo (c) by Michael Affolter, 2016)

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.

It’s always worth the/
effort to wait it out as/
the sunset improves.

Man-made intrusions/
don’t ruin lake views when they/
promise summer fun.

I wish the purple /
martins had migrated. They/
missed a great sunset.

I, like Squanto had,/
placed small fish in the garden/
and prayed for sunshine.