First writer: “I just finished up at a drug rehab center.”
Second writer: “How was it?”
First writer: “It was okay, except for the nagging signs they placed outside.”
Second writer: “Signs? What did they say?”
First writer, taking a puff: “They said: ‘Keep off the grass.’ And I wasn’t even smoking it at the time.”
Filed under 2017, Monday morning writing joke
Upon the brown grass /
glistens winter’s translucence, /
refracting wonder. /
Filed under 2016, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Grass grows green somewhere. /
For now lawnmowers slumber. /
Rakes tickle the dead.
Filed under 2015, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Dew upon the grass /
Stars upon the nighttime sky /
Gas, light, water, life.
Filed under Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Water snakes through grass /
seeps in messages of green /
tempts Winter’s long kiss.
Filed under Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Sparse and combed over, /
like a balding man’s attempt: /
brown grass awaits Spring.
Filed under Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Brown among the green,
Mower mutters over grass.
Fall beckons the leaves.
Filed under Freeform Friday, poetry by author
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