Plastic Lives Haiku

Streets full of litter
the wind blowing bags and cups
wherever it turns.



(no. I am not depressed. )

Texas Winter

Hard land, dusty crusts,
splashing, soaking rain leaves clouds
of brown scent sprouting.

Morning Surprise Haiku

Sh. Shsh. Shsh.

Don't, little armadillo,

run into my bike.