Tree dropped oranges
blistered, rent, bloated sweet
nature blight pavement.
(This was hour 9, poem 9, and I needed a brain re-charge reprieve, so I punted–haiku)
"My mistress' eyes are nothing…"
"My mistress' eyes are nothing…"
Tree dropped oranges
blistered, rent, bloated sweet
nature blight pavement.
(This was hour 9, poem 9, and I needed a brain re-charge reprieve, so I punted–haiku)
In the gaze of the other 