From an older scribble book.

schoodic point
in this on shore wind
kelp beacons

Another... "33"

noon sun
its heat melts the sand
seagulls 

ugly bikini
the dream faded away
a clock chimes

479

WHY do I -now- need a "title" to post?  A title had never been a requirement before now;  is it time to escape my being -somewhat- "controlled "  by electronics?
__Happy 4th, the day of freedom.
__The last 'firefly' haiku, I promise! When younger (much) in the Berkshire Foothills, we called them 'lightning bugs'.  This... an older, and adjusted haiku.

lightning bugs
caught in this dark night's wind
shooting stars