four beach balls
twisting through the air
like conversation

persistent boys
play baseball despite the heat
worried mothers call them inside

ukulele
panic
she serenades me

gazing down a long road
blurry lines of heat radiate
forming a mirage

electricity surges
as he lightly grazes
her lower back

a gasp
the first breath
of the newborn's life

a fresh green salad
after a long summer day
of working outside

crisp and cool air
goose bumps
pulling tighter on a blanket

endless runs for supplies
papers, pens, books
start of classes

a bag full of books
sharpened pencils
empty notebooks

long nights
long conversations
short summers

in the quaint café
clinking coffee mugs
nostalgic thoughts

(make these into 1 haiku)

no more sun
all that is visible
walls desks and a chalkboard

tan fading fast
trapped
from the outside

makeup melting
hair sticking
to my neck

blazing heat
sweat trickles down my face
I prepare to hit the tennis ball

the ball of fire
becomes     farther and     farther away
as we begin to put on our jackets

I stick my feet out from under the blanket
as I become too hot
to fall asleep