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

strands of willow

close to the ground

strands of bare willow–

a stone bed

A haiku? I’m not sure. A jornal, yes. When I saw them today, I thought they appeared so drained and dried up, they could break any moment.

February 3, 2010 - Posted by | haiku, poetry |

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