May 04, 2007
Late Night Haiku XXII
By Timothy R Butler | Posted at 3:50 AM
LXI. A lonely thought about
The soft sounds of a tree frog,
Who knows not of it.
LXII. What is this odd place,
That my thoughts arrive at now,
Like a long spring rain?
LXIII. The words do not come,
To match thoughts that bubble up,
Shall the thoughts erupt?
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