Monday, August 17, 2009

She Walks

She walks;
Big hips, swaying...
The floor sags.

Dawn... First Light.

Dawn... first light.
Bleary eyes!
I stagger home.

I Poached Us

I poached us
Some good eatin'...
And I don't mean eggs.

This Haiku ~

This haiku ~
Ain't much good...
But it did get wrote.