A surprise bonus:
recycling dishwater
forks in the planters.
Dumping dishwater
in thirsty planter boxes
a fork serenade.
Tossing the dishwater
a cacophony of forks
dig into the ground.
I'm giving up on
5/7/5 haiku lines
to count water drops.
When I tossed the dishwater into the garden
the plants drank in a cacophony of forks
A good tine was had by all.
The dishwater sang
tine-y bubbles whined about
a fork in the road
But the owl flew off
with a runcible spoon think-
ing it was a mouse.
When in drought save gray
water, the whales are dreaming
of rain on this plain.
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