haiku

we people hve
grown skittish with the
idea of being the future.

haiku

his thunder came
sound of hoof-beats-
approach of horsemen.

haiku (atdaysinn-myboss'esson)

crazy little indian boy....
appearing from around corners-
close to being knocked out!

[Rainy Days] (*legends)

the approaching rain...curled up on the sofa; eyes staring at unseen things out
of the panoramic picture window. eyes staring, seeing nothing and all things.
dreaming...and seeing that one...the one with the cajun chestnut hued skin and
hazel pools of occular perfection that crinkle with mischevious laughter...rainy days.

*legends: 50 word short stories.