I put up a preformatted version here.  I thought It would be interesting because it had four distinct chunks, and all the sentences were haiku.

My thoughts and prayers are with the men who serve, both at home and abroad, our great county, and the cause of individual freedom the world over.  I would venture a guess that the subject matter herein, for the next week or so, will reflect this.

This is a sequence of four.  I’m putting it up and finishing the final sonnet which I had left about half written.  These, I’m putting in the queue immediately following my next new sonnet.   A few words changed/corrected.  But mostly as they were.  And of course, number four finished, though I’m not sure if finished seamlessly.  Now that they are flipped, here is a link to Sonnet 1.

Clearly, by early 1984 I had already been experimenting with internal rhyming.  My tradition, if you can call it that, once it was established, was to at least rhyme sentences or clauses which had a sense of a mid-line full stop.  I have liked, and continued, that practice in general, from then on.  Now, I feel compelled to do it, or else it feels as though something is missing.

I do miss those monsoons.  This I had originally titled “The rain again.”  It always did fit my mood back then.  In the desert, at that time, it seemed to rain almost every day.   Particularly very late at night.  It was light, and beautiful, and its aroma was like nothing else anywhere in the world.