A Little Dauber Do Ya


The only thing here in the traps was a very crisp frog. There's a bit of a breeze. Only some of the grass has grown, only some of it needs to be mowed. The rest is fried—if it isn't dead it might not grow again this year. So there's one upside to the heat, to the lack of rain: less mowing. If I can stick out the balm, I can spend my time here the next two days doing more of this, and maybe a little reading...

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Misc. Haiku 16-20

Stars make faces
When they tread the spaces
Between themselves and Earth

Full summer-moon
And arch of garden hose—
You too can make a moonbow

And Ohio confluence—
Almost an ocean

Spending a summer’s night reading—
June bug fights the window screen

Can I love everyone at once?
Moon shrouded
By only a bit of haze