so weightless on my finger.
Visit, & fly away!
Mind already racing,
way before dawn, thoughts galore.
Mental Niagara!
In the night words form,
perfect ideas all aligned.
Fleeing at daybreak.
Just the right moment,
to start, waiting to begin,
and nothing gets done.
When I read Basho,
Thoughts of order and beauty,
Not just bashed out.
Stacked up like fish
In the market of the mind
Old haikus rotting!
Haiku needs three more,
And this line needs two more too
Before it’s Haiku.
Bassins, Capital Hill,
soulful singer between acts,
early Roberta Flack.
I threw out haikus,
at day’s end, just in play.
Just because I could.