I always feel as if I'm cheating when I write haikus. I mean, I'm not Japanese, over here... Oh, the things I do for a grade. Also, can you guess I was pining for summer just a wee bit?

Hot, slack, sticky-sweet

Sweat that drizzles from my back;

A cool lick of air.


Crisp, green whisps, long blades

Whip circle patterns in breeze

From my weighted breath.


Stripéd color patch

Of crystal crack color shards

Glint from sun-wet wings.

Yeah, I cheated with "stripéd"... what of it :D

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