NOTE: I almost never write haiku.  Just not my wheelhouse, and I respect the traditions of the form too much to mess around with it…most of the time.

I have friends who are absolute haiku masters who would certainly question my adherence to the old 5-7-5 rule we all learned in school. That’s fine; just taking the form out for a stroll, leaving the training wheels on.

Violets clinging
to cracks in a lakeshore rock
Waves falling just short

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A wind with no home
seeking rest under my eaves —
Roof rises laughing

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This wind broken branch —
how shall I move it aside?
I let it lie, step around.