campfire silence
he plays with his phone
i write haiku
perfect summer night
ice cream time, bedtime,
then with happy tummy and peaceful mind
haiku
haiku blossom like lotus flower dreams
in that twilight frame of mind
haiku flit like butterflies
in the peripheral vision of the mind
the sweet smell of campfire
will follow me to my bed.
unanounced visitors
are always welcome
until it's your parents.
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