Sunday Haiku
Sunday, May 28th, 2006Roadgrader blade drags
Curbside dirt into the road;
He’s done this before.
Roadside dead racoon;
Hands raised about his bloody face.
Frozen sacrament.
The wind blew varnish
dust off our new baby crib.
Old wood grain exposed.
Yardsale this morning,
sold pepper plants and new crib.
Lady left the crib here.
The kids ate cheese fries,
Didn’t notice the fat burger
Missus and I ate.