crouched on decrepit porch.
smoke billows from my mouth.
buds and birds return after frost.
Sunday, May 13, 2007
in awe of spring
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2 comments:
Yes! In the spirit if not the syllabic law of haiku! I can picture the scene clearly, and the squirrels of detroit don't have to hoard anymore till fall. It's a privilege that I have also billowed smoke from that glorious porch (it's deprepit in a beautiful way like a radiant old man's face). Ah, maybe short haiku-like poems are your specialty. Write on!
Nice .... the picture is very clear.
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