backyard is a swamp
rust permeates our basement
wish i had a ditch
nauseaous tree bargins
group of horses berate futures
they break the rider
I see into monk
cup of green tea as my air
shovel breaks to me
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