July Haiku
I live in Phoenix!
Stop asking me if it’s hot!
July? Of course it is!
cds and sunglasses
pennies, buckles, steering wheel
stuff that can burn you
Cicada singing
His loud summer mating song
Tymbals click, click, click
Monsoon is the best
Crazy, dark, sudden, splashing
And over too soon
Laying in the grass
Playing games to pass the time
Summer memories
