A wasp builds its nest behind our bronze crucifix Nest shown no mercy

Taut tense leg muscles Someone suggests turmeric Inflamed suggestion

Down the sloppy track we went for swim in the sea Allure of Hick’s Bay.

Senior reunion Blood pressure cholesterol talks Forget memories

Haiku on a piece of two-ply toilet paper Written in the loo.

I stand quietly still in the midst of the forest Waiting for bird calls.

Put on a brave front But soon reality hit home My facade crumbled.

Fifty nine years old Too young to be an orphan God so loved my mum.

Two little durians Tiny in size they may be Wait till you smell them.

The heat fills the air Sweat streams down in rivulets Rain would be a gift.