May Haikus: 11-15

11:
Here come the dark clouds —
They best not be writing checks
Their asses can’t cash.

12:
Trying for new starts
On days when the wind blows hard
Necessitates naps.

13:
How long could it take
For the relief of a chill
To become a curse?

14:
When is hard too hard?
When you sink to the bottom?
Or the dead man’s float?

15:
I am the glow cloud.
Watching, waiting, vigilant.
Welcome to Night Vale.

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