jornales

for a moment of joy or moments no one pays for, i give myself a ‘jornal’. this makes me rich. try it.

weight of air

through a glass window

peonies! –the weight of air

on a solo night

What this haiku gave me was a jornal of upliftment, having seen peonies as glassed-in as I feel I am.

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January 25, 2010 - Posted by | haiku, poetry | ,

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