I mistook a cold
fanbelt, chirping down main street
for a canyon wren
hoarfrost, each morning
twenty-four below zero
encrusts my doorknob
this is when they crack
last year's water balloon lips
and fall off the tap
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5 comments:
nice. I'd like to see your hand at yeti haikus. there is a big market in that.
Nice haiku! I agree with zlb...
all the troubles with
aboniable snowmen
but they're still worth it
how's that? now you guys do some
:)
their faceless words
stare silently
on the dim flickering screen
yeti's for life!!!!
-wait, I misspelled abominable. how about...
the tall, fowl musk scent
of hairtufts snagged in pinebark
brings on pee-shivers
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