jornales

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

folding beach mats

folding beach mats

the whiff of freshly grilled corn

this drizzly morning

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September 13, 2010 - Posted by | haiku, poetry | ,

2 Comments »

  1. I feel like I am there.

    Comment by Raven Garland | September 13, 2010 | Reply

    • Thanks for coming by, Raven, and finding yourself by my side in this haiku.

      Comment by alee9 | September 15, 2010 | Reply


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