February 2009
13 posts
Sunday Haiku in Iowa
…..
by the highway
hawks meditate—
eyes open
…..
Sunday
on Main Street
no cars
…..
small town
Dairy Queen
muddy trucks
…..
gray barn
stiff black mud
cows wait
…..
wide fields
narrow two lane
pot holes
Books on Buddhism—
Many wishful fingers
pointing at the moon.
