words are foreplay for the soul
January 12th, 2010 by me

If it’s Tuesday, it must be haiku’s day

From My Window

Gray-blue sky, still wind
Buddhist prayer flags hang from branch
Monday morning cars


Sing Us Peace, They Said

Lapping waves at feet
wheeling seabirds cry above
Sun warms driftwood seat

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