four short monks prepare
like a vole, she rides from brooch
smoke instructs the bead
tall staff assembles
which is the nature of monk?
he equates a ink
eight crisp spam keel-haul
tall drops of rain eat through poem
petal talks through me
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