Sunset Cosmic Duck Cue: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

As if on some great/
cosmic cue, two ducks* performed/
a sunset fly-by.
OR
*flocks of ducks did/

Making Tracks: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Those once would have been/
my tracks. Maybe they one day/
soon will be again.

She would send me photos/
of tall SoCal tropical trees/
silhouetted in the red sunset;/
dancing in the warm sea breeze.

As if to entice me/
to visit and to stay./
To warm my feet in the sand/
and watch the palm trees sway.

I returned the photo favor/
of a frigid, streaming sunrise:/
A frosted cottonwood silhouetted/
against cold blue mountain skies.

T’was not to tempt her, nor to say I was coldly sad,/
but to remind her to be grateful for the warm beauty she had.

If you look at the/
sunsets, you may think you’ll go/
Blind. You’ll just see red.
OR

If you look at the/
sunsets, you may think you’ll go/
blind. Enjoy red warmth.

As the sunset of/
red and gold painted the sky,/
he remembered her.
OR
As the sunset of/
red and gold painted the sky,/
he recalled her hair.

My first lake dancing/
was not with someone who I/
ever expected.

As sun’s light leaves the/
evening sky, light banter turns/
to introspection.

With a wise gaze she/
set her sights towards the West,/
and wrapped inner peace.

I call this photograph
“Ohhhhhhhmmmmmm.”

I never posted it before,
because I knew
no one would get it.

Sunset.
Wisconsin lake water
covering my ears,
echo-amplifying
the universal harmonic call.
“Ohhhhhhmmmmmmm.”

Sound waves
mixing
with lake waves
mixing
with brain waves
mixing
with heart waves.

“Ohhhhhhmmmmmmm.”

It was never posted before.
No one would get it.

She will.

Slow freeway traffic/
in my ragtop means I can/
watch sun- and moon-set.