That a pretty long Haiku for you Tim.
More like a Confucius Koan.
It must be the meds
meandering like the too high grasses
growing up in the summer sun
while the gardener is away.
Once the motor has started
all will be whipped
along with verse
cut again
to its proper pace.
More like a Confucius Koan.
It must be the meds
meandering like the too high grasses
growing up in the summer sun
while the gardener is away.
Once the motor has started
all will be whipped
along with verse
cut again
to its proper pace.