the haiku project began as something vague, an elaborate excuse to take a few minutes out of every day to contemplate a single stanza. and it never had ambitions beyond that.
orange sherbet sky lined with thin black stripes of geese waving goodbye
		pickle bucket drums joyous soundtrack to the scene sour shoppers pass
dusk, backyard is filled cars, trains, dogs barking, wind chimes symphony of life
	three generations watch him try ill-fitting shirts only grandma smiles
		respond, submit