You lied about him.
the kid selling lemonade.
Why isn't he real?

I wanted Lemonade
i was quite disappointed
now i am so sad.

how many haikus
can now be written about
missing lemonade?

------- (ok thats enough whining about lemonade)

Wind comes past your face

A bulbous front gently wafts

It cools, then rolls on.

Bright sun, short shadows.

Two hours past noon I sit

Here in the courtyard

write one more haiku

it should not be another

plea for lemonade.