the king writes by stuff
quarter staff attacks flower
we carve the future
craft seeks; blowing wind
ten comfort dream by beeper
mirror spews to me
six red monks consume
lotus flower like my wine,
we talk one haiku
Reload this page for more haiku, or paint the mental picture
for thirty (30) minutes.
From here, you could zip over to
my main gweep page.
Cheers,
Joe Provo