Meditate upon the meaning of this...

  hidden as a vole 
like my air, she loves near path 
  art ingests a brush 

  backyard is a swamp 
rust permeates our basement
   wish i had a ditch

  Coffee in stomach.
 Air in lungs; if you get them
  confused, it does suck.

Reload this page for more haiku, or paint the mental picture for thirty (30) minutes.

From here, you could zip over to my main gweep page.

Joe Provo