wednesday

so its wednesday today. the third day of the week. probably time for a haiku, keeping with the notion of three, but i have waited and waited and it may be about increasing the font or trying to talk louder over the hum of presents brought about by sound and a color here or there and a dollar for an idea here and there.

I said of the chattering of other birds; for sure I know you know me, making me laugh so loud and hard that it might have bordered on a cackle, like transfers from water to a bird mid-lake, like graces of character mid-flight, like loving a middle name that belongs to you.

and this is the haiku for today:

it’s just a balloon,
which I’ll never admit.
this is your story.