Clay
Dreaming of digging,
Another hole in the clay,
Down to the drainage.
Not today, though. And maybe not tomorrow, unless I get out there very early indeed.
Fires around, nothing close, but the air is ashy and dusty.
Another hole in the clay,
Down to the drainage.
Not today, though. And maybe not tomorrow, unless I get out there very early indeed.
Fires around, nothing close, but the air is ashy and dusty.
Labels: haiku
Posted by Zhoen on Saturday, July 07, 2012
1 comments:
Really wish I could send you many more buckets full of British rain.
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