Haiku

Paint goes on canvas,

Making smooth lines in my flow,

Fixing lines I broke.

Read the Roald Dahl book,

Danny, Champion of the world,

To my lads tonight.

That one wasn’t great.

More a sentence than Haiku.

Where’s the quiet angst?

I played hearts online

With my brother, on speaker.

Pleasant distraction.

This hot summer day

We took a dip at Elk lake.

It cleansed my spirit.

I now have the stuff

To make stained glass windows here.

This could be real big.

I am grateful for

Celebrating forty eight

Death-free years so far.