Haiku Horizons – Page 7 – aka, The Abject Muse

The Tractor

Once-yellow tractor Abandoned and forgotten caked with rust and time.

Safe within my heart our secret burns like wildfire; sweet conflagration

Sky swollen and grey angry clouds threaten to burst like water balloons.

Blew through a stop sign. Red lights, sirens, no license. It’s butt-pucker time.

Snuck out last night to meet at our usual spot — for one last goodbye