Haiku #22: Hey, That Rhymed!
February 8, 2011
This summer, two bees
reproduced on my glasses.
I felt invasive.

Saturday skiing!
Rushing down the mountain felt
like flying sans wings.

Who needs wings when you
have the fierce joy of living
and full consciousness?

posted by Gwennifer at 12:42 AM |



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At 10:06 AM, Blogger Abby said........
While PW and I were selling GS cookies door-to-door we stumbled on two grasshoppers mating on the sidewalk. It was the most surreal thing. It never occurred to me that they mate in real life; I figured they just waited for bug enthusiasts to run up to them with a camera.

I grew up in Denver and I've never been skiing. Don't plan to, either.