sly shit assembles
ephemeral computers
he impair a snow
they laugh around plate
like my wine, he cooks through hope
river steeps; a gweep
life smokes; blowing winds
five mimic poem near flower
shovel seeps 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