More Haiku

The recent rain has
washed the sky all clean again
but muddied the earth.


Young punk primps his hair
Each lock worried into place
To appear unkempt


The ibis, after posing
by the reflecting pool,
befouls our table.


hurry oh hurry
it's morning not afternoon
how embarrassing!

Last night the rain fell.
Now, fearing the morning sun,
Struggles to its feet.


Again, in bare feet,
I tread the dawn wet grass
to meet the garbage truck.
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