Haiku

Meditate upon the meaning of this...

  artificial ground 
ineffable poems empty 
  shovel gweeps from me

  plow watches petal 
consciousness empties window 
  air cooks like my beer

  they seep over tree 
sake bottle gestures flower 
  soil sucks; a wing

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