Saturday, January 20, 2007

3 winter haiku

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
at

5 comments:

  1. zlb1/20/2007 5:12 PM

    nice. I'd like to see your hand at yeti haikus. there is a big market in that.

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  2. Matsby1/24/2007 9:09 PM

    Nice haiku! I agree with zlb...

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  3. english1/25/2007 9:57 AM

    all the troubles with
    aboniable snowmen
    but they're still worth it

    how's that? now you guys do some
    :)

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  4. zlb1/25/2007 6:56 PM

    their faceless words
    stare silently
    on the dim flickering screen

    yeti's for life!!!!

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  5. english2/13/2007 2:12 PM

    -wait, I misspelled abominable. how about...

    the tall, fowl musk scent
    of hairtufts snagged in pinebark
    brings on pee-shivers

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