Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Haiku (esque)

The mosquito did not
bite me
when I was asleep

Here at the bottom of this cliff
white butterflies
and flowers

Such an explosion
on the dam
a very small bird

The skirt I wore
when I was thin
fits again

White and scattered
summer birds are calling
who will drive them off

How good it was
to view the moon
without poetry

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