the tree talks of monk
loud group of cats smoke in crap
crisp as a deer tick.
backyard is a swamp
rust permeates our basement
wish i had a ditch
I, like a bunny,
existence imply water
she imparts a prince
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