I do lots of three-liners, I frequently do one-liners. But for some reason today, when I sat down to write haiku, feeling tired and hot and grumpy, the ku all split into two lines and refused to consider any other configuration. Feel free to psychoanalyze this turn of events.
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yellow warbler —
clothes line full of black clothes
the funeral —
his dog walking proudly down the street
watermelon —
in the kitchen discussing their options
new potatoes —
a boy and girl trade shy compliments
river currents —
swimming with her glasses on
Red Dragonfly 
Hey, good ones, Melissa! I especially like the last one. No psychoanalysis needed.
Thanks, Charlotte!