series of haiku
As the water drips,
Your reflection smiles at you,
But you keep walking.
The flowers whisper,
Water never stops falling,
And you find a quiche.
Flowers, bells, items;
A passing conversation;
Dreams and memories.
Random encounters,
Two irritating chase scenes,
Then on to the boss.
Block spears with a spear.
You remind her of someone
When you try to talk.
Nothing is working,
And the bullets get unfair
When you change methods.
Fleeing is mercy;
But giving a fish water
Leads to a friendship.