Sometimes the pills change color and the pharmacist explains that though they look different, they’re really the same. You nod and sign your name to agree that what they gave you is what you wanted.
it might be a placebo Milky Way
he comes back
singing “Am I Blue”
a jay squawks
sky clouded over
this blue pill
It started out as a coincidence that I had a couple of haiku featuring the word “blue” in my gigantic slush pile of rough ku that I need to either revise or flush down the toilet. Then I decided that I liked them (or rather their heavily revised reincarnations) paired together, except they needed another companion, because two haiku aren’t really a sequence, but three are. But I’ll shut up now with the boring commentary and let you discover what else you can about this grouping.