the well floats in life
like a turtle, she deems cold
gweep imparts the rope
dead bits of critters
savour hot murder's flavour
holiday cookout
I, as a turtle
molecular Web fasten
it instructs the void
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