Since I have nothing interesting to write about today, I figured I’d post a haiku. I wrote it Wednesday on a plane (can you tell?) on the way home from Chicago.
Given the flight’s length, a haiku was just about all I had time to write.
Anyway, I’m entertained that is as close to a “traditional” haiku as I’m ever likely to compose. I hope you don’t, you know, hate it.
Puffy white beauty
Insubstantial below me
40,000 feet
Puddintopia 
Love the haiku, how long does it take to get from Chicago to home? (You know we’ve only done the car thing!!!)
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