i found my haiku:
it hid under the bushes
waiting for my words
(sometimes i lose them
at parties or fits of sleep
but they wait with jest)
tomorrow we’ll laugh
at haikus we could have found
if only we’d looked
i found my haiku:
it hid under the bushes
waiting for my words
(sometimes i lose them
at parties or fits of sleep
but they wait with jest)
tomorrow we’ll laugh
at haikus we could have found
if only we’d looked
