did I ask my dad
to photograph me in tree
pose on a log? yes.
Not all of my haiku, but, like, most of them.
did I ask my dad
to photograph me in tree
pose on a log? yes.
hopping around, toad stops for bite at my parents’ house. farm to table?
wet cherry blossom
hanging on after others
fell off and rotted
neither daydream nor
hallucination; second
tulip has blossomed
flowery AF (is this the golden hour?) looks good for Insta
hidden, uneaten flower, not yet ready to reveal its colors
scattered leaves, chirp-like wail, un-bushy tail; squirrel, young and terrified
bulbous bud, still not Bulbasaur, and hopefully not a daffodil