No phone call or card

Replaces a son’s presence

On his Mother’s Day

Speckles of raindrops

Pitter pat on the windshield

The wipers go on

“Beam of Sunshine”, no

“Ray of Sunburn-Inducing”

Sounds more accurate

What’s a “Thurs” even?

And why does it get a day?

Dude, I want a day

Are hungry for food

For success, for sex, for more

Hungry are humans

Whirl and twirl it goes

My blanket in the machine

To be washed and cleaned

I’m a free bitch, hun

And I would dance on your grave

If you’d dance on mine

Kigo, kireji

Elements of a haiku

But, like, SYLLABLES

Haiku, senryu

Most know one, not the other

That’s the difference

Nimbostratus clouds

Probably my favorite

For a heavy heart