Passing up stinging sun and flies.
The trouble is, nature’s outside.
Flowers I find in frames.
I recline in conditioned air.
Not at all what haiku ought to be,
where the outdoors is dreamy;
buzzing with hummingbirds,
flies and sun burning.
Not in trouble with nature,
outside of it all.
Air conditioning,
ice cubes, tall glass
and coca-cola.
It’s all part of the plan,
and a newspaper -
just in...
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