we step around earth
wine bottles bury windows
it bemuses one fear
backyard is a swamp
rust permeates our basement
wish i had a ditch
craft stands; growing grass
what is the drab wine bottle?
sad, five squids eat crap.
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