#564

in our cool bubble

protected, isolated,

together alone.

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Written for the Tricycle August 2022 Haiku Challenge using the Summer season word, cool, or coolness.

#563

a scary thought, Joe:

it don’t matter what is there -

what they think is real.

#562

on a hamster wheel -

a constant uphill struggle,

chasing round and round.

#561

in the sports hall and

the mud incident floods back.

saved for some new shoes.

#560

in the sports hall was

a mess of straight lines laid out -

it confuses me.

#559

window reflection

like a ghost appearing there -

scares - but it's upstairs!

#558 (while reading a book on a bench under a tree in a courtyard at Eastwell)

leaves curled and dried out

in space once filled with cement

is autumn coming?

a tiny ant on 

one of those curled leaves walking.

fragile yet strong.

the roots raise the stones,

not one thing is permanent.

this courtyard, the world.

#557

with the [landmark] gone,

how are you supposed to know

you are nearly home?

#556

North Downs behind me,

the Weald laid out before me -

my Kent countryside.

#555

snakes and serpents lie undisturbed beyond my feet my breathing stops dead

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Written for the Tricycle July 2022 Haiku Challenge using the Summer season word, snake, or serpent - but was not entered.