Saturday, July 29, 2006

I Am Not Above Writing Haiku

"Ha! They fly backwards!"

Sheltered boy ridicules birds

In brutal windstorm




Frosty gales attack

I hold you in my jacket

Are you warm as I?




Inside from blizzard

My head is powdered nicely

Momentarily




Heartfelt elegy

Penned by teenager mourning

Beautiful garbage

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1 Comments:

At 3:14 PM , Blogger Antiope said...

Little gifts in threes
I held them by the pond's edge
They drift still today

 

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