some sly bowls bargin
lotus flower as my dirt,
one impart the smoke
branch teaches coffee
trays of bread consume gardens
they hack a candle
dead bits of critters
savour hot murder's flavour
holiday cookout
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