Old bag of rice–
a moth
flies out
One cloud–
rain
in sunlight
First snow–
no snowmen,
only angels
Kansas heat–
sweat
on the keyboard
I'm back to writing a poem every day, whether they stink or not.
Thursday, February 23, 2006
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It doesn't matter how long you've been writing poetry; when you start trying to write haiku, you feel like a newbie.
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