March 03, 2005

The Quick 'N Easy Route to Poetry

two birds on one rock—
one pond, one sun, one walker
looking for someone

singing to blossoms—
cutleaf daisy, meadow pink—
and they’re singing back

unlit beauty shop—
I peek into the window—
two people inside!

rain shaking the trees—
inside, we’re reading about
how to live longer

Well, I’m no poet.
A haiku is my limit.
How many syllables?