crunchy like a yak
drop of water as my rice
they watch the flower
backyard is a swamp
rust permeates our basement
wish i had a ditch
they seek into past
like my air, she paints of brook
wave instructs a child
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