My haiku warm-up exercises turned into multi-day workshops. I could keep fiddling with these things indefinitely. Here, so I can move on to something else:
In our jet cocoon
Silk strands floating behind us
A tensile trail home
Your body deprived
Goes numb, the dragging foot draws
Warped lines of anguish
Camino soundtrack:
Clicking sticks, cows munching, flies
In step with mind set
Downsized offerings
Of floral temples bless men’s
Iron handlebars
Dreaming drags out the
Dormitory mug and bowl
Mom never gave me
Woman wrapped in blue
Seeks only a place to sleep
A carton keeps her