I sit and wait
for an apple
to fall into my lap.
One always does.
It is part of the physics
of sitting under an apple tree.
The secret is
finding one
heavy with fruit.
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3 comments:
BP Haiku
Tuna and raw fish
Steep tasty petroleum
Into the white rice
[Disposable Poem May 18, 2010]
Dr. Mike
Just hope it don't land on yo' head! :-D
Dr. M.:
Nicely done, sir. My compliments to the chef.
H. K.
RT:
Wouldn't matter. I have a very hard skull.
H. K.
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