No one raised their hands When asked to spell daffodils Blowing in the wind

Baptism ritual A forty-five-year old me In a swimming pool.

The couple walk away He is chasing his belly Her hips follow her.

We enter the lift Someone breaks wind on the sly Mad rush to get out.

Early morning shave Cut a pimple on my cheek Dye my cheek in red.

Always getting lost In some weird foreign countries My sightseeing dreams

Reading haiku poems Five seven five with no rhymes Blame it on Basho.

Long forgotten dreams Inside an olden journal Dust-covered heartbreaks

Say it with red roses No words can better express the love in your heart

Life in the fast lane Often takes a heavy toll Snail girl resonates