haiku

the rhythm of storms
cotton clouds turn grey then black
i doze in a bar

for Three Things Challenge

haiku

“enough” in nature
means that something will happen
breathe enough, stay alive

for Ragtag Daily Prompt

haiku

one virus growing
in my body; another
waiting till i’m dead

for dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night

haiku

nature doesn’t baby
its creations; extinctions
are all too common

for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge

haiku

some animals coach
their offspring by example
we just use google

for The Daily Spur

the future is now

“coffee, tea, or me?”
“wha…?”
“i’m sorry. i mean, are you here to buy some coffee or tea, or for a taro reading in the back?”
“well, for coffee…”
“buy five pounds and the taro reading is free.”
“huh. ok, i’ll take five pounds.”
“you can choose the type later. let’s go back for the reading … there, sit … i’ll lay out the cards. hmm. i’m learning about important dates in history. wanna be one of them?”
“what?”
“i said … the cards show that there is romance in your future … are you a time traveler? cause I see you in my future.”
“those cards … what are those pictures on them … they’re…”
“listen, honey … pay attention… my love for you is like diarrhea, i just can’t hold it in.”
“wait. i’m going to get sick?”
“for the love of … did you invent the airplane? because you seem wright for me.”
“wow. i have no idea what any of this means, but it sounds important.”
“it means you’re going to meet someone and have a … a romantic encounter.”
“what will she look like?”
“red hair.”
“like yours? how tall?”
“my height.”
“weight?”
“my weight.”
“what sign?”
“what sign do you want?”
“hopefully, pisces.”
“she’s a pisces.”
“wow. let me go pick out my coffee and get home in case she comes by.”

for Stream of Conciousness Saturday

He Who Hesitates…

I was on vacation in Virginia City when I stopped into an antique store to browse. In the back I found a stack of New Yorker magazines from the Thirties. I opened one at random and found a movie review of “The Wizard of Oz.”

Huh. Interesting. Put the magazine down.

Thought about it that evening. Returned the next day and headed for the back of the store. The stack of New Yorkers was gone.

Up front, I asked a handsome young fellow where the New Yorkers were kept.

“Sold the lot yesterday,” he said, “but I got Life.”

for Flash Fiction Challenge