Haikus from the Cotton Wood

Mikaela says:
Picture it: the National Hispanic Cultural Center, neighbor to the Bosque and home to shedding cottonwoods... 23 poets sit around the shade and watch cotton swirl in hot breezes while writing haiku (17 syllables and nature-based and mentions the season) and senryu (17 syllables, can be less philosophical, sometimes humorous, and can mention "I" or "you")...


Imagine yourself
in a senryu sent downward,
cotton-scent in twos.

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When skies burn too hot
cotton takes a long time to
fall; summer empties.

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Bricks lead to jagged
places unless they are cut
with more-jagged tools.

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Scattered, cotton seeds
sew chaos across poured bricks.
Know: they are not snow.

...

To Julio:
Yes, you can drink now,
haikus written, senryus safely
tucked in baggy pants.

...

To Julio breakdancing:
With legs up dancing
how will you shake my hand? Toes
never say hello.