She may decide: “No.”/
I may go down in flames, but/
I will be on fire.
Or
She may shoot me down in flames./
I’ll still be on fire.
She may decide: “No.”/
I may go down in flames, but/
I will be on fire.
Or
She may shoot me down in flames./
I’ll still be on fire.
Why look for events/
in the future while you’re at/
a concert right now?
A dream daughter’s “Yes”./
Your son’s request brings flooding:/
You weep tears of joy.
OR
When your dream daughter/
says yes to your son, you can’t /
help but cry for joy.
I wrote a haiku/
about you. Then you wrote, so/
it must go. Thank you.
What’s worse than ragtops/
in Seattle? Having a/
bad mem’ry in rain.
In being told to /
clean up the cheesed kitchen, I/
am, myself, cheesed off.
“Do you date?” she asked./
Like a beaver dam breaking,/
“Yes!” let her move on.
Roses pink, red, white
and yellow bloom in my yard.
Memories of you.
If you set dates that/
are virtual and no one/
calls, you’re still stood up.