A Meme of My Own: Haikuesdays

To kick this off (or, indeed, perhaps to render it stillborn), choose a person, preferably a stranger in a crowd you can make up something about spontaneously, and do it in haiku form.


The dream comes to her.
As all things come to
her. There before requested.

Crystal clarity
Her manifest destiny.
Frictionless journeys.

Skies made of diamonds,
mountains, piles of colored gems.
Her delectation.

Perfect excretions
are bodily deletions
Perfection maintained.

Prettily squatting.
Make waterfalls idyllic
Tink’ling cf clear bells.