Thursday, January 10, 2013

lubbock haiku

ok I'm coming out: I'm a poet. I have this haiku book (see right) and now, naturally, I'm making Lubbock haiku. If you make haiku about places, what better place? Lubbock is, as I would say, very real. So here goes:

loop lifts at quaker
geese call and circle their find
unfrozen water

bag o' 'spresso beans -
plane circles over frigid
fields, lubbock recedes

from bitter plains chill
scrub bush his only shelter
yellow house canyon

More to come!

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