Haiku IPA

Appel Farm Morning

Sun shines on wet grass.
I hurry off to breakfast.
Wow, organic rice!


On the Mat

Churning inside me,
A voice demands to come out.
My heart wracked in pain.


A New Connection

I reach out for help.
You understand, it's OK.
My friend forever.


Softball

Waiting for the pitch . . .
Steady, steady, here it comes . . .
POW!!! Quick, run like hell!

These poems appeared in the Fall 2003 IPA Newsletter.