Matsuo Bashō
Bad Haiku
Haiku #9591
I called her last night.
we danced on words like white clouds.
Oh, here comes the Sun.

I'm only human
I need love. She might see this.
Splendid moment truth.
Haiku #9591
Posted: April 24, 2001 12:09 pm ET
Poet & location: Buns_of_Steel of Dallas, TX