Thursday, April 30, 2015

More Greta

hungry humpday haiku (bad, of course)

I.

i sit, grade, sigh, yearn.
the sun taunts those who ignore
her nourishing rays.


II.

you, so concerned. weeks,
absent. even the spring wind
blows with direction. 
 
 
Originally published May 3, 2011

3 comments:

  1. For two week I tread
    water. Unmarked work mounds.
    Time to pay. Coffee.

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  2. I sure hope Greta is OK. That last post or two of hers worried me.

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    1. I think these are all old poems. This one comes from 2011. Cassandra has posting re-runs. Great to read, though.

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