December rain
December rain —
a phone call
from my son
December rain —
a pile of
torn lottery tickets
December rain —
the dog sniffs
a plastic bag
December rain —
a deer tail
and then nothing
December rain —
enough junk mail
to start a fire
Labels: haiku
December rain —
a phone call
from my son
December rain —
a pile of
torn lottery tickets
December rain —
the dog sniffs
a plastic bag
December rain —
a deer tail
and then nothing
December rain —
enough junk mail
to start a fire
Labels: haiku
posted by extraspecialbitter at 11:11 PM
3 Comments:
A phone call from which son and what did he say I am so curious how are my bros!!!!!
December rain -
Planning out resolutions.
By the time I reached the end of the set, that first one had taken on rather sinister overtones.
her hand
in my pocket
December rain
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