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

willow trees

against the sky–

the bare willow trees sag 

under a full moon

Pickings do come rare now but still, here’s a surprise last evening–a priceless jornal.

January 27, 2010 - Posted by | haiku, poetry | ,

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