from morning
to early
afternoon
it's how it is
a fly kept me company
the light eating giant
at 3 pm
it drowned itself
in my coffee
grows bigger
t'wards winter
What can I say, Johannes?
ReplyDeleteDeeply moving, black sense of humor, and a great poem! May I try something stupid?
a drawned fly
in Johannes's coffee -
a suiside?
the last one
who saw the flight alive -
Johannes
and don't hate me now! your haiku is so strong!