ㅁ The treehouse still waits. I had meant to improve it, but summer passed by.
– a pseudo-haiku.
ㅁ Bits of stone were seen, crafted into roads, clearings, washed clean by the rain.
– a pseudo-haiku.
ㅁ a woman stopped by and drowned herself in the sea each day near sunset
– a pseudo-haiku. To be clear, this is fiction – as some portion of my poetry always is.