Monday, April 13, 2009

Haiku Collection

crowded table
all that matters
his scribbling; "I love you".

in the mist
your image and warmth
so vivid

all in white
her longing for someone
to mark a trail in her life

lazy afternoon
spent listening to cicadas
and differentiating blooms

when dady's seat
was big enough for both of us -
thirty years ago

bringing a human
touch to the garden
a lady in stone

early morn
at the bustop
thinking about Twin Towers

a lovely topic
to warm up a visit
right at the entrance - a bloom

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