259/365 - 261/365

01.27.11
As a wild haiku,
a yellow feral dog rolls
in dry grass, laughing.
•
01.28.11
In the other room,
I hear the baby with you
sucking deep his milk.
•

261/365, originally uploaded by d_g_s.
•
01.29.11
Out of winter fields
I emerge stumbling free— with
shoes burdened with seeds.