Brought in the ficus
tree. Fallen leaves fly about.
Wind whispers, “snowfall.”
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Brought in the ficus
tree. Fallen leaves fly about.
Wind whispers, “snowfall.”
I’m not here. I’m lost
in Varanasi. A world
Luke Storm opened wide.
Site Meter tells me
my words are read in countries
I’ll never visit.
If everybody
blogged, we could not go to war
knowing each other.
Random strangers in-
tersect with few words, then sep-
arate like pulled threads.
props to kevin for this one
Many haikus wait
to be culled from your poems
Thin slivers of you.
Who’d have thought? One name
mentioned in my blog would blow
page views through the roof.
props to writeitoutplease for this one
Dayglo yellow green
drink attempts to co-opt our
freedom with caffeine.
I saw his photo,
read his bio. Still don’t get
this Ron Paul man-love.
I forgot to bring
the jade plant inside. One
by one its fat leaves fall.