I've enjoyed just listening and finding haikus--as I listen to NPR, to two people talking in the grocery store, or in the case of #10, to something D. was repeating one evening.
Dante's haiku
This is a red light.
This light is a yellow light.
This is a green light.
Shedding season
The dog hair drifts down
falling like an autumn leaf.
I sweep it again.
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