A blog in honor of Ernest Hemingway's continual search for the perfect sentence. Now in a new and improved haiku format!
Under a street light
sits someone with a thousand
faces watching you
Hearts and minds aren't
so easily bought when lies
cannot be swallowed
Hope so dangerous
swings between ecstasy and
darkness unto night
The dead vine still clings
and the worm, split in two, lives
on, growing again
Tribulations come
skipping gleefully towards us
arms stretched out widely