A brand new year...seventeen syllables at a time.

Monday, January 25, 2010

Monday, Monday

Gah. It is so true
that nothing can out-Monday
actual Mondays.

Causticly swollen,
the slow, bloated creek grumbles
like a full stomach

Opening the door
greeted by a barnyard smell
the composter works
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