when my true love left me

she left me this note

• gone to M&S

 rain pouring

doom scrolling

~ tea time

 waving my hand

in front of my closed eyes 

i find the sun

 unseasonably 

i rename the toaster june

~ warm hands

 those clouds

why are they in such a hurry

where are they going

 June was always

such a fickle love affair

summer’s discontent 

 scaffolding 

all around the library

the plot left hanging

 lawn tennis

when the ladies raise their fists

who wins who loses 

 renku session

a butterfly follows a butterfly 

out to sea

 iran gets this straight

the mouse toys with

the cat’s yellow tale

 haiku are the 

droppings of a caterpillar 

becoming a butterfly

 beach guitars

we couldn’t play them

the girls walked