May Haikus: 11-15

Here come the dark clouds —
They best not be writing checks
Their asses can’t cash.

Trying for new starts
On days when the wind blows hard
Necessitates naps.

How long could it take
For the relief of a chill
To become a curse?

When is hard too hard?
When you sink to the bottom?
Or the dead man’s float?

I am the glow cloud.
Watching, waiting, vigilant.
Welcome to Night Vale.

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