A louse crawls the page.
I yawn; moist breath soaks its tracks.
Louse, book, me, now one.
Tag: Haiku
Born Smart
I want to be smart
But I wasn’t born so smart.
Sad, I can’t be smart.
Punctuation
Weep! lilac, laurel;
Your scent fades all too Soon. Now:
indigo carpets