Haiku sixty nine.

Hello all!

Well it’s been another day of doing nothing. Although Managed to watched Pier Paolo Pasolini’s Medea starring Maria Callas. I know he’s a great visual director, and there’s alot of subtext in his films, but I just find them slow and dull. I really want to like them, but I feel I just can’t connect with his films, and that there must be something wrong with me. Anyway on with today’s haiku, very paltry amount today, but that’s what happens when you don’t do anything.

Literary moth

settles on Ginsberg

drawn to Plath

red leaves

green leaves

printed leaf

warm spring night

noise through open window

night machines

waiting on a swing

children arrive

I move away

That’s all for today.

Peace.

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About El Norto

I write haiku. This is my haiku journal.
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