you laugh around ink
bowls of wine apply petals
we work one chopstick
void sleeps; blowing wind
when is the haiku nature?
cloud consumes the well
dismal like my lunch,
which is the nature of cup?
sake buries the pen
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