urban spring in the middle of the night

Mar 29.10

Rain, mist, crying gulls...
I can almost hear the waves,
if I close my eyes.

old haikus

Found some of my daily haiku's from the summer in a notebook.

Aug 4.09

Midnight poetry:
new notebook and old pen,
nothing creative.


Aug 5.09

Muscles say "hello,
kindly be gentler or else
next time we will scream."

Rapa Nui

March 23.10

Standing tall, silent
Past unknown, future unsure
Eternal watchmen.