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

end of the street-haiku

I’m adding $800 as my ‘jornal’ to an otherwise dry summer day yesterday but for these haiku sparks.


at the end of the street

in the fading summer light–

she and her dog


a crackle

in the dry summer wind–

choked with tears

July 6, 2009 Posted by | haiku, poetry | , , | 2 Comments