Write two haiku about: the future.
Another successful box day down. We're in the plentiful time of year, as the decisions are now about what to leave out of the boxes each week, rather than what can we possibly put in them.
Max had a good day, pretty much from start to finish. Maybe we're on the other side of this little nightmare at last.
The future looks bright
from where I'm standing right now;
may it stay that way.
* * *
Some say the present
is a gift, but the future
is my gift to you.