Wood Girls Haiku

Wood girls
Lumber Jills
forests echo to girl's yells

steel helmets
uncomfortable to wear
blossom on the tree

better rhythm than men
our saw
saw off all comers

the War
makes us foresters
timber....here we come

German P.O.W.
gathers primroses
for his guard

by Dónall Dempsey

Comments (3)

Ah Yes! Bukowski found friends everywhere. And there's a good chance he ran into his friend elsewhere. Loved the poem! !
Short story but good I reckon he moved to a bigger parking lot.
hopefully, we all move on to better things.