Almost
Catching a goldfish
Needs a pair of steady hands
And fish mind, almost
Tried to understand
Thought I had almost got it
Then it slipped my mind
In utter silence
You almost hear your own mind
Stream of consciousness
Need
I need peace, quiet
Stop people from telling me
Make up my own mind
I need to lose weight
Everyone keeps telling me
I don't believe them
I need exercise
Everyone keeps telling me
I don't believe it
Far
Far down the time track
Someone will read my haiku
Maybe wonder why?
He was far sighted
And knew when the world would end
Which left him speechless
In a far off land
There is a
small child weeping
Hungry,
alone, lost
Ran
Sweat ran
down her face
The whole
effort and worry
Of giving
live birth
1989
An Adelaide
Marathon
The last time I ran
Ran across the road
If I had
walked more slowly
Truck might have hit me
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