Waving Thanks To The Sunrise: ImproVerse Haiku

I might not have time/
to take a picture, but I/
can still wave “Thank you!”

I Call This One Ohhhhhmmmmmm: Revolutionary Blogging Free Verse

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.

As I drove by, I/
waved at the whitefaced cow. She/
watched and wagged her ear.

Eternal rhythms/
of waves and wind reset my/
internal peaceful.

Why did I wave at/
the farmer on the tractor?/
Because he feeds me.

The corn long-ago/
harvested, I got a wave/
in the gleaners’ rows.

Three Spanish women/
walking on the strand, time waves/
captured forever.

Having a ragtop
lets you wave at the geese V,
hoping they don’t bomb.

OR
With my ragtop down,/
I wave at the geese V and/
hope they don’t bomb me.

1:28 run./
Early morning Atlantic./
In surf I find me.

I never wish to/
stop swaying. It reminds me/
of our slow rhythms.