The recent rain has
washed the sky all clean again
but muddied the earth.
Young punk primps his hair
Each lock worried into place
To appear unkempt
The ibis, after posing
by the reflecting pool,
befouls our table.
hurry oh hurry
it's morning not afternoon
how embarrassing!
Last night the rain fell.
Now, fearing the morning sun,
Struggles to its feet.
Again, in bare feet,
I tread the dawn wet grass
to meet the garbage truck.
.....
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Haiku - ancient sky
Wednesday, July 09, 2008
Tuesday, July 08, 2008
Monday, July 07, 2008
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