Haven’t been keeping up
With daily writing. Often life
occupies much space.

Happy to travel
But the dog can’t always come
Makes me very sad.

Watched a whole season
During my flight to London
Really, really good

Mammo, ultra sound
sometimes an MRI, then
a big fat xanax.

In a gray funk, hard
To write haiku. Ideas
Stuck, they fail to flow.

Fog hangs in valleys
Curls through trees. Hiding secrets
To find in the sun.