Today’s walk generated six haiku. Since that’s too many for my monthly recap, here they are. I’m posting from my phone (where I have yet to figure out how to single space), so I’ve employed slashes to indicate line breaks.

Can I just admit / I do not like paprika / either smoked or sweet?

Look down for a change. / Mica chips in the sidewalk / offer sly beauty.

Mia Farrow tires / of Harry-Meghan stories. / She’s a racist now?

Code switching is not / new. Can we stop pretending / that it is? Jesus!

Since New York Lucy / said pacing is a problem / thirty pages — gone!

Every morning: a / red dot, but there is no call. / It’s a ghost. I swear.