More poetry

A haiku I wrote years ago and have been refining:

Sitting on a lawn

at sunset, golden, glowing

red mosquito bite

I was in the airport on the way home from a Thanksgiving visit to Indiana and being tired and out of my element my mind started wandering. I was walking through a concourse and had the words of some verse come into my head. They were the lines: I think that I shall never see a poem lovely as a tree. I couldn’t remember who wrote it but I thought it was a woman. I remembered it from high school. As my mind continued to wander I began to imagine the voice of a woman over the loudspeaker in the airport. She was saying “Mr. Kilmer, Mr. Val Kilmer, please pick up the white courtesy phone. Mr. Val Kilmer, Please pick up the white courtesy phone. We have a poem for you. It’s a very lovely poem. Perhaps as lovely as a tree. Mr. Kilmer, please pick up the white courtesy phone. “

I couldn’t make a connection between the poem and the announcement. I think I went on to fantasize about something else. True story. Sersely.