Tuesday, November 3, 2009

A Haiku

when we met it was
fair trade organic fresh ground
now Big Eddy style*


This isn't the same woman I married

*I admit, I'm a lousy poet.

1 comment:

Albinoblackbear said...

The woman probably doesn't have time for organic fair trade now.

I looked longingly at the jar of instant the other morning while I wasted an entire precious THREE minutes waiting for my stove top espresso to produce.

It is a slippery slope. I am on the same downward spiral if it is any consolation.