Haikus from a Monday

Locks on high alert,

Past the tipping point again,

Flooding probable

Impeached translation,

Vicarious selling points,

Wrong type, anyway

Trickling, Narrow Stream,

When did the pebble first cry?

Were you young like me?

Pre this time of pain,

You had a way, some would say,

To uplift their day

Shark bait, awaiting

Answers told to others, chum

Alone, red and wet

Before the flashpoint

Came thunder from northern clouds

Lighting striking me



Save yourself before

Darkness catches up to you

Let faith protect you