Goner

Orb of dry Swiss Miss powder
Inexplicably hovering on the thin liquid
POP! obey the law

The prompt word over at Haiku Bones is fleeting

Love the way this happens sometimes, a tiny bleb of dry powder skitters along in the mug, pushing aside whorls of steam like a tiny buoy in a fog. And then it's gone.

Brekky

50p. gets you
a fresh doughnut, a coffee
a quiet moment

Haiku Bones word for the week is "fleeting". And my morning breakfast at the bar parlor of the Dalesman is such a fleeting respite. Don't know what I'd do without it :-)

Glimpse

Dapple in Denmark;
Not one who's easy to hide !
Now I'll eat my hat ?

These magical glimpses of figure-ground illusion are so frequent and fleeting - which happens to be the Haiku Bones Prompt!!