Monday, January 14, 2008

Six Haiku

All the white horses
dancing deftly on the lawn
make my blue eyes cry.
Wounded soul falters
on the way to healing past.
Must recuperate.
Rain splashes pavement
I am caught in it again...
wet, shivering bones.
My sore eyes see red
and sometimes white flashing spots.
Laser aftermath.
All is white outside--
snow sprinkled with fine sieve.
Pull the covers up.
The vast world out there
beacons me from computer:
"See me for yourself."

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