Selected Haiku
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In many ways, this collection encompasses all that I am. It lacks organization, is hopelessly romantic, and lives to inspire. These poems reflect a girl learning life lessons, studying the human condition, and searching for the trush in my heart. Betsy Quigg |
the rain outside |
i watch his face . . . |
rainy Sunday |
lights dimmed low |
i watch his chest |
lovers first Christmas |
smiling in
your sleep |
the rain slowing |
©2001 Randy Brooks, Millikin University, Decatur, Illinois || all rights reserved for original authors