Time to run a skinny post and just see what happens

This blog has featured a run of long and thoughtful posts lately. Sometimes I don’t have time for that.

Here, therefore, comes a skinny post.

It consists of four haikus, demonstrating the pared-down essence of Japanese poetry. Three lines, consisting of five syllables, seven syllables and five again.

A Shisa lion sculpture sits on the roof of a house in Taketomi, Okinawa Prefecture, Japan, on Saturday, June 20, 2015. The Abe administration aims to cap increases in spending as it tries to rein in the world's heaviest debt load while sustaining a recovery from two decades of stagnation. Photographer: Akio Kon/Bloomberg

A Shisa lion sculpture sits on the roof of a house in Taketomi, Okinawa Prefecture, Japan. This obscure reference practically begs for a haiku. Photographer: Akio Kon/Bloomberg

I thought it might be appropriate since Andrew Abramson, one of our two Miami Dolphins beat writers, is vacationing in Japan, absorbing a new culture, one would hope, and not just sampling the best new smartphone technologies and robot toys at discount prices.

Also, this particular moment in the long, hot summer is marked by a peculiar angst in South Florida. The Miami Heat are in free-agent limbo. The New England Patriots and all who hate them in South Florida are bracing for Deflategate’s verdict. The Miami Marlins are hoping that Jose Fernandez, scheduled to return to the mound today, is still capable of carrying the weight of an entire season on his shoulders, or at least half a season.

It is a time of introspection. It is a time of haiku.

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To wait on Dwyane Wade

Is to capture life’s meaning;

Patience, grasshopper.

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To wait on Goodell

Is to wait on news leaking,

Like air from footballs.

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To wait on Jose

Is to seek satisfaction

One day out of five.

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To wait on fireworks

Is to swat at mosquitoes,

Florida’s state bird.

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There now, that didn’t hurt much, did it?

Well, not half as much as the limericks I’m serving up the next time a skinny post is in order.