Don't Marry Me Haiku

There's a haze out in the meadow before the cattle graze,
settled slow and clean and shining like a glaze, 

the cattle move on in as the dew begins to dry,
the haze clears up fast like a tear in the eye.

it was like a sink that was overflowing, built up and up and up.

then it was drained; the pipes rusted over; the slight drip and drip and drip.

tantalizing.

then the water rushed like geysers do, hot and momentarily solid.