Six Haiku-Shaped Puzzle Pieces
Can you put them together?
When people I love
die, my first recourse is rage:
How could they leave me?
Playground shrieks of joy
hard to tell from cries of pain
torn from tender flesh
Back then, my body
did what it was told. Lately,
the gears keep slipping
Memorial Day
2026 sunset
red-white-blue-striped sky
Pure coincidence?
Of course. But pattern spotting
is what our brains do
So, in the end I’m
left with this three-legged rhyme:
We all run out of …
