American Housewife Haiku # 29 (a commercial)
No one has enough
of whatever you’re selling.
Can I write a check?
American Housewife Haiku # 28 (a bird)
Blue Jays tap, tap, tap
on an upturned trash can lid.
Ice-covered bird bath.
American Housewife Haiku # 27 (a place)
That night in Paris,
Texas when I wore earbobs,
left on the night stand.
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