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.
		slowly, steadily the passionflower's tendrils consume the swingset
	finger-paint flowers taped to living room windows raindrops splash on sill
one-wheeled bicycle securely locked to street rack thin layer of dust
	august, honey bees collecting from fading flowers last drops of summer
		respond, submit