Outhouse Haiku Poem by Patti Masterman

Walking to outhouse
Flies foam like unwashed summer:
Noise everywhere

The long walk is done
Now sit in consternation-
There is no paper

The communal seat
Has an impersonal feel-
Think I have splinters

A furious wasp
Has homed in on my presence-
Hunker down to hide

Walking home again
Feels much more satisfying
Than the trip before

Open outhouse door;
A black widow has made home-
Potty closed today

The mice leave droppings
As if they know what this place
Is to be used for.

There are no roses
To be smelled opening door-
Imagining helps

Good ole days over;
The outhouse now boarded up:
Nature's habitat