grocery store crazies
like squirrels hoarding their nuts
before the storm
grocery store crazies
like squirrels hoarding their nuts
before the storm
my eyes full of sleep
I lay back on my pillow
breathe in the weekend
To make up for yesterday’s missing haiku, enjoy this one, by Kobayashi Issa. (Remember that when translated to English, the Japanese moras don’t translate to our syllables)
O snail
Climb Mount Fuji,
But slowly, slowly!
may you scratch and peck
and be forever busy
chasing crunchy bugs
In memory of my beautiful hens, Jean, Dottie, and Nan, killed this day by raccoons.
for the hundredth time
the teen boy shrugs, “I don’t know”
but I keep asking
the condensed debates:
“only things I say are true”,
says each man in turn
city girls in boots
each hoping you’ll notice hers
are slightly diff’rent
we scramble up the
fall mountain for the pleasure
of lunch with a view
oh the dismay of
Friday taste buds set for beer
presented with tea
if I were a goat
this mountain of laundry would
be more appealing