The following non-conventional haiku are 3 lines of 7 syllables each, in other words, as I call them, triple 7s, or if you like, boeings.
Fukuoka reverie
sip sake up the mountain
crested honey buzzards swoop
desire in their wings clapping
slurp ramen down the river
rainbows shimmer in the night
kites of the city floating
drawn to flight, lured by the flow
every thing moves as it will
we sit in step and are fed
I like the rhythm of the 777--very cool! ✈️
Wow, this piece makes me so nostalgic for Japan. Thank you!