Tuesday, September 19, 2006

sweat sit in the shade
stop moving for a moment
does not really help

My hair is a fright
children see it and run off
brushes are for wimps

short little poems
borrowing a format but
not following form

autumn air breathe
the air refreshes our lungs
breathe again my friend

1 comment:

Schuyler said...

I'm thinking the first and last lines should be reversed.