Haikummunication

1/3/11

2011-01-03T07:37:00.000-08:00

311.

New year, new haikus.

Rededicating myself

to this sweet pursuit.

310.

Lonely like a cloud,

and dressed in grey like the fog,

I embrace this day.

309.

Returning after

an absence is bittersweet,

as is leaving home.

9/7/10

2010-09-06T21:21:00.000-07:00

308.

September feels off

without the crisp tang of fall.

I miss New England.

307.

Attempting new things

is vital, brilliant, and oft

very difficult.

306.

Had a wonderful

and relaxing Labor Day

weekend. Now? Tuesday.

305.

The bitter end of

the bittersweet month is at

long last behind me.

8/26/10

2010-08-26T17:15:00.000-07:00

304.

Why must Thursdays be

so very difficult and

atrociously long?

303.

Totally forgot

the original haiku

I wrote for today.

8/23/10

2010-08-23T13:35:00.000-07:00

302.

Overcast all day,

the sky is steel and slate.

Not the true 'Sota.

301.

Today is about

crisis-management, it seems.

Work is never dull!!

A child said, What is the grass?

2010-08-16T21:20:00.000-07:00

Fifteen years ago in August, I was about to become a high school senior. I had gotten my driver's license within the previous year. I had turned seventeen a couple of months earlier, and I was trying to figure out where to go to college. In a few respects, things haven't changed since - I still have the same haircut, I'm still single, and I still look too young for my age. But in far more numerous ways my life has changed over the past fifteen years. I graduated from high school, college (the second one, after transferring from the first), and grad school. I went to Russia once, Canada three times, and moved to Florida (for now). And I've successfully held six different jobs, the most recent two in my specialized field of study. Birthdays (including my 30th) and holidays have been celebrated, vacations taken, and time spent with family and friends.

It's been a wonderful fifteen years, even when I was struggling with making decisions or my funds were tight or schoolwork loomed in a seemingly never-ending parade of papers and exams or when I was far away from home. But wonderful though these years have been, they haven't lessened how very much I've missed you, Pop. I'll find a green place to read this aloud at some point today, as I have for the previous fourteen Augusts, but I thought that this blog being devoted to poetry, albeit normally a different kind, it was only fitting to post it here as well:

A child said, What is the grass?
by Walt Whitman

A child said, What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands; How could I answer the child?. . . .I do not know what it is any more than he. I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven. Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord, A scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropped, Bearing the owner's name someway in the corners, that we may see and remark, and say Whose? Or I guess the grass is itself a child. . . .the produced babe of the vegetation. Or I guess it is a uniform hieroglyphic, And it means, Sprouting alike in broad zones and narrow zones, Growing among black folks as among white, Kanuck, Tuckahoe, Congressman, Cuff, I give them the same, I receive them the same. And now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves. Tenderly will I use you curling grass, It may be you transpire from the breasts of young men, It may be if I had known them I would have loved them; It may be you are from old people and from women, and from offspring taken soon out of their mother's laps, And here you are the mother's laps. This grass is very dark to be from the white heads of old mothers, Darker than the colorless beards of old men, Dark to come from under the faint red roofs of mouths. O I perceive after all so many uttering tongues! And I perceive they do not come from the roofs of mouths for nothing. I wish I could translate the hints about the dead young men and women, And the hints about old men and mothers, and the offspring taken soon out of their laps. What do you think has become of the young and old men? What do you think has become of the women and children? They are alive and well somewhere; The smallest sprouts show there is really no death, And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the end to arrest it, And ceased the moment life appeared. All goes onward and outward. . . .and nothing collapses, And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier. Love you Pop, always. Laurence J. Sasso, Sr. (March 14, 1920 - August 17, 1995)

8/16/10

2010-08-16T21:17:00.000-07:00

300.

The tang of August

is bittersweet on my tongue.

It's a reminder.

8/9/10

2010-08-09T08:57:00.000-07:00

299.

The sky at dusk is

electric blue, rose pink, and

swirled with gilded clouds.

7/31/10

2010-07-30T23:00:00.000-07:00

298.

Critiquing a thing

is so so different than

creating a thing.

7/30/10

2010-07-30T07:50:00.000-07:00

297.

Friday's here at last.

Hoping for a productive

and yet still fun day.

7/29/10

2010-07-29T14:23:00.000-07:00

296.

New Project Runway

tonight!! Maybe that will lift

my spirits. Hope so.

295.

Thunder rolling in.

How very apropos for

my black mood today.

294.

You start me aching,

and not in a good way. Why

must you be like this?

293.

What are you thinking?!

How can you behave this way?

You make me tired.

292.

Thanks a lot for the

headache, the arguments, and

the lack of respect.

7/28/10

2010-07-28T10:15:00.000-07:00

291.

I don't understand

what is wrong with you!! You lack

all sense and reason.

290.

My apartment is

halfway to being clean. I

just must persevere!!

289.

The weather has been

oddly serene of late. I

hope it continues.

288.

Days slip by so fast...

July is almost gone and

August's beckoning.

7/27/10

2010-07-27T19:26:00.000-07:00

287.

Tied in knots today.

Everyone was just so...arrrgh!!

Thanks a lot, Tuesday.

7/26/10

2010-07-26T12:02:00.000-07:00

286.

I love Eleven,

but I just might love Rory

Williams even more.

285.

If Monday didn't

exist, would Tuesday be the

new difficult day?

284.

Monday, why must you

come around so soon? Can't you

wait a bit longer?

7/24/10

2010-07-24T14:17:00.000-07:00

283.

These last two haiku

do present a paradox,

but also a truth.

282.

I have a habit

of being a know-it-all.

Sometimes, it shames me.

281.

I have a habit

of being a know-it-all.

I am proud of it.

7/23/10

2010-07-23T08:06:00.000-07:00

280.

Finishing projects

in time for the weekend; how

shall I spend my time?

279.

My haikus today

seem a bit gloomy. Sorry.

'Twas unintended.

278.

Feeling the heat of

a Sarasota summer,

and dreaming of home.

277.

Tying up loose ends

is satisfying but new

threads always appear.

276.

I'm an alien

to romantic love, I fear.

Will it always be?

7/20/10

2010-07-20T07:18:00.000-07:00

275.

Talk about being

blindsided. I never saw

this coming at all.

7/13/10

2010-07-13T13:50:00.001-07:00

274.

All I seem to do

is clean, at home or office.

But still, so much junk.

273.

Monday's come and gone,

now Tuesday stole away fast.

Where's this week going?!

7/12/10

2010-07-12T08:13:00.000-07:00

272.

I don't want to deal

with your snotty 'tude or angst.

Grow up will you please?

271.

Monday came around

far too soon for my taste. That's

always the way, yeah?

7/9/10

2010-07-09T10:18:00.000-07:00

270.

How can a short week

feel so blastedly long? I

want the weekend now.

7/8/10

2010-07-08T18:58:00.001-07:00

269.

Oh parking garage,

why must you smell like pizza

when I hit the gym?

7/7/10 (Posted 7/8/10)

2010-07-07T21:31:00.000-07:00

268.

Portside, did you know

D.C. will soon host your fave

fluff-camp TV show?

267.

Swaying towers and

tenuous balance make for

unease on Gulfstream.

266.

The first sunlit day

after a week of rain. 'Twas

gloriously warm.

7/4/10 (posted 7/5/10)

2010-07-04T22:56:00.000-07:00

265.

A Declaration:

Independence is a gift,

hard-won and priceless.

264.

History is lit,

illuminated by the

radiant falling sparks.

7/2/10

2010-07-02T07:20:00.000-07:00

263.

A gray and blah day.

But at least the heat is gone.

Ahh, 'Sota summer.

262.

Sometimes it's hard to

find the right words and stick to

doing what you must.

7/1/10

2010-07-01T12:50:00.000-07:00

261.

That last haiku was,

perhaps not the prettiest

one I've ever done.

260.

Variations on

a theme of procrastina-

tion. Ugh. My life. Ugh.

6/29/10

2010-06-29T12:54:00.000-07:00

259.

Reconfiguring.

Shifting tasks and perceptions.

Hard, but so worth it.

258.

My street has flooded

five times in the past five days.

Hi, rainy season.

6/25/10

2010-06-25T11:53:00.000-07:00

257.

Sometimes pushing through

is the hardest thing to do,

but very worth it.

6/24/10

2010-06-24T15:47:00.000-07:00

256.

Isner and Mahut,

locked in an epic battle.

Tennis marathon.

6/23/10

2010-06-23T05:40:00.000-07:00

255.

One year further on.

This palindromic birthday

fills me with fierce joy.

6/22/10

2010-06-22T19:34:00.000-07:00

254.

Sunlight splashes down

like careless gold paint, while in

the East, the moon waits.

253.

The sea and sky are

the same pale blue. One whole cloth,

sliced by shadowed Keys.

6/18/10

2010-06-18T09:09:00.000-07:00

252.

The masts of sailboats
stand pin-prick sharp against the
salmon-shaded sky.

251.

The bay is opaque,
pearlescent, and rippled like
a melting sherbet.

6/15/10

2010-06-15T08:54:00.000-07:00

250.

Back at work again.

Vacation was far too short.

Nose to the grindstone....

5/18/10

2010-05-18T10:13:00.000-07:00

249.

My soul feels sleepy,

wrapped tight in cotton batting,

snoozing in a drawer.

5/14/10

2010-05-14T08:30:00.000-07:00

248.

Hamlet, thou Great Dane,

you are full of whirling words.

They doth melt my brain.

5/13/10

2010-05-13T07:31:00.000-07:00

247.

Well, that last Haiku

was a bit misleading, eh?

But now I am back.

4/13/10

2010-04-13T10:52:00.000-07:00

246.

I have been away,

but now I am returning.

Hello you, Haiku!!

3/30/10

2010-03-30T11:57:00.000-07:00

245.

The Rhody Rams are

in the NIT semis.

They play tonight. Woo!!

244.

March, where did you go?

How did you slip through my hands

faster than greased pigs?

243.

Only a few days

away from baseball season!!

I really can't wait!!

242.

You are not quite who

I thought you to be. But you

are still very nice.

3/25/10

2010-03-26T09:56:00.000-07:00

241.

I have discovered
Alex Day on YouTube and
am quite enamored.

240.

I can't say enough -
Starbucks Dark Cherry Mocha
is a brilliant drink.

239.

How do you know when
the rope-end is approaching
and when you're past it?

238.

Surprising downpour:

pounding, sluicing midnight rain.

Frantic dash for car.

3/16/10

2010-03-16T07:40:00.000-07:00

237.

Caesar, great Caesar,

O beware the Ides of March!

(I'm a day late, yes).

236.

Squirrel on a wire,

miniscule aerialist,

choosing careful steps.

3/7/10

2010-03-07T13:01:00.000-08:00

235.

You in one poem

and You in another are

not always the same.

234.

Your fingers flutter

swiftly over the strings and

you draw beauty forth.

3/5/10

2010-03-05T13:53:00.001-08:00

233.

You are so lovely.

I could listen to your voice

all day and all night.

3/4/10

2010-03-04T20:15:00.000-08:00

232.

March forth on March fourth,

and enjoy the chilly spring's

brisk, blustery day.

#232 in honor of my Mom, who has always loved the sound of today's date for it's double meaning.

231.

I go to the gym,

taunted by the smell of food.

This is so not fair!!

3/3/10

2010-03-03T06:33:00.000-08:00

230.

You are warmth to me.

You embody enticement,

Yet you don't see me.

3/2/10

2010-03-02T21:50:00.000-08:00

229.

Spring in Florida:

Wearing shorts when it's not quite

warm enough. Big yikes!!

228.

Spring in Florida:

What is up?! Where is the warmth?!

Too chilly by half.

227.

Spring in Florida:

rain showers, wind gusts, and leaf

flurries are the norm.

226.

Spring in Florida:

sneezing, wheezing, and swollen

glands for everyone!!

225.

Spring in Florida:

pollen casts a yellow pall

over everything.

3/1/10

2010-03-01T07:31:00.000-08:00

224.

Another Monday

rolls around with its sluggish

start of the week funk.

2/25/10

2010-02-25T08:01:00.000-08:00

223.

O, NEA, oh

NEA why must your grants

pulverize my brain?!

222.

Is there anything

more labyrinthine than grant forms?

Tax forms, I suppose.

221.

Writing a grant for

the NEA is turning

my brain to Swiss cheese.

2/23/10

2010-02-23T06:43:00.000-08:00

220.

Thinking of Ampa,

missing, loving him always.

But extra today.

219.

Feels like I'm swimming

through a metaphoric soup.

Look out for noodles!

218.

Back to fog again?

Oh! But there the sun peeks through!

Peek-a-boo with clouds.

2/22/10

2010-02-22T07:13:00.000-08:00

217.

No coffee so far
and yet today seems okay...
will this pep last though?

216.

Another Monday

rolls around. Am I ready

for this one? Maybe.

2/21/10

2010-02-21T11:51:00.000-08:00

215.

That last poem was

rather prosaic if I

do say so myself.

214.

I am writing a

column about spinach and

doing my laundry.

213.

This sunny Sunday

is warm and full of promise.

Lovely, lazy day.

2/19/10

2010-02-19T16:59:00.000-08:00

212.

Over your shoulder,

I think I fell a little...

watching your profile.

2/18/10

2010-02-18T17:32:00.000-08:00

211.

Why is it always

Thursdays that are pure crazy?

What is up, cosmos?!

2/16/10

2010-02-16T11:58:00.000-08:00

210.

Spring in Florida:

one day cool and one day warm.

Make up your mind, please!!

209.

Trying to make shifts

in your schedule can be

trying at best. Sigh.

2/2/10

2010-02-02T08:57:00.000-08:00

208.

Rain, rain, go away,

come again some other day.

Rain, rain, go away....

1/26/10

2010-01-26T21:31:00.000-08:00

207.

The salmon-pink sky

behind condos' silhouettes.

A winter sunset.

1/25/10 - Part Two

2010-01-25T14:18:00.000-08:00

206.

Feeling like I want

to quit everything and

just run far away.

1/25/10

2010-01-25T06:45:00.000-08:00

205.

Darkness falls quickly,

a cloud curtain pushed by wind.

Night in an instant.

204.

The bay today is

the truest aquamarine

I have ever seen.

1/21/10

2010-01-21T20:13:00.000-08:00

203.

Way too much to do.

I'm craving true solitude...

and quiet stillness.

1/11/10

2010-01-11T10:58:00.000-08:00

202.

Really, Florida?!

To be so cold for so long

is unnatural.

201.

My new overcoat

reminds me of Doctor Who...

'tis long, woolly, brown.

1/6/10

2010-01-06T09:50:00.000-08:00

Before I get to today's haiku, I just want to take a moment to observe. This post is special for three reasons:

1 - Today is (roughly) the celebration date for Little Christmas, or the celebration of the Epiphany, which was always something my family enjoyed celebrating and a special time for us and our friends. Even though I won't be celebrating today, the event and its significance have been on my mind.

2 - It is the first haiku of the new year and the new decade!! Woo!!

3- This is what I'm personally thinking of as the "Wade Boggs of Haiku Posts." In other words, it is my 100th post and it features my 200th haiku since starting this project. Why Wade Boggs, you ask? Because among other things, he was noted for achieving four separate 200 hit, 100 walk seasons with the Red Sox during his playing career...and yes, if you didn't already know, I am a big baseball nerd.

Without further ado....haiku!!

200.

Moments in time have

unexpected resonance.

It all stays with us.

12/31/09

2009-12-31T08:43:00.000-08:00

199.

Regretting leaving,

but knowing that I have to.

Wishing I did not.

12/18/09

2009-12-18T14:58:00.000-08:00

198.

So very sleepy.

Want to nap but I cannot:

It's opening night!!

197.

The last two days have

been a whirlwind and a blur.

Tomorrow? The same.

12/14/09

2009-12-14T10:09:00.000-08:00

196.

Cookie baking fun

leads to sticky sugar-hands.

Tasty treats abound!!

12/10/09

2009-12-10T15:25:00.000-08:00

195.

A superb sunset,

the Keys again visible,

the glow on the Bay.

194.

The fog has lifted,

but confusion still remains.

What a wacky world!

193.

Days pass so slowly,

yet years go by in a flash.

The time paradox.

192.

I'm thinking of you,

and I really hope you know,

you're always with me.

12/9/09

2009-12-09T13:35:00.000-08:00

191.

Today has been odd.

My mind is as foggy as

the weather outside.

190.

Low-hanging fog clouds

the view across the bay. The

Keys there but hidden.

188.

Warm Wednesday in the

FoggySota. It's misty

in all directions.

187.

This is a day for

hot soup, warm cocoa, and tea.

Warm liquids that soothe.

12/7/09

2009-12-07T07:00:00.000-08:00

186.

This is a day for

curling up in bed to take

a really good nap.

185.

Monday...why must you

be so bleak and gray and cold?

You make me feel blah.

184.

This weekend seemed long,

and yet, way too short. It's odd,

the tricks that time plays.

183.

Messiah was great!!

We sounded better than we

ever have. Woo-hoo!!

12/4/09

2009-12-04T09:24:00.001-08:00

182.

I'm a little bit

in love with Tim Minchin. Go

listen to him here.

181.

I have writer's block.

Hope it's just temporary...

deadline's coming up!!

180.

Think my boots are here!!

This will cheer me, but...are shoes

really the answer?

179.

Can a cr*ppy day

be turned around by coffee?

Well...at least somewhat.

178.

Having a bad day.

The weather matches my mood.

Stupid, stupid rain.

12/3/09

2009-12-03T08:02:00.000-08:00

177.

Had a bad Thursday
so...feeling pretty weepy.
Dammit, dammit, damn!!

176.

I spend days feeling

like a monkey on a string,

bouncing haplessly.

12/2/09

2009-12-02T13:08:00.000-08:00

175.

I just cannot wait:

Rifftrax and new boots soon? I'm

pleasantly giddy.

174.

You are quite the loon.

Why must you behave like this?

You mystify me.

173.

Ah, December's here!

The advent of Advent is

truly upon us.

11/30/09

2009-11-30T19:51:00.000-08:00

172.

The moon's face is like

a Galilean drawing.

Oh astronomy!!

11/23/09

2009-11-23T12:28:00.000-08:00

171.

I am full of pie.

Yoder's was so amazing.

I am sugar high.

11/17/09

2009-11-17T19:03:00.000-08:00

170.

I had a haiku

all planned out for today, but

I forgot it. Drat!!

169.

Paulie is coming!!

In five very short days now...

Ferrari Fest. Yay!!

168.

Still learning the ropes.

Even now in my fourth year,

New lessons still come.

167.

Feeling crotchety.

Not quite sure why that is so.

Stars are mis-aligned?

11/16/09

2009-11-16T13:42:00.001-08:00

166.

The sleepy monkey

dreams of bananas and trees,

but she does not climb.

* - For Portside

11/4/09

2009-11-04T15:45:00.000-08:00

165.

Caught between two shows:

research here and research there,

research everywhere!!

164.

I really don't know...

Perfection is dangerous...

Balance is better.

163.

Mr. Obama:

Happy anniversary!

Now, keep on working!

162.

A note to Portside:

I am still in disbelief.

Find me a flaw, eh?

11/3/09

2009-11-03T10:08:00.000-08:00

161.

Hustle and bustle,

a building full of people.

Start of the season!!

11/2/09

2009-11-02T08:00:00.000-08:00

160.

I'm in rehearsal

for two shows and still doing

all my office work.

159.

Fishermen standing

waist deep in the bay water.

Captured while catching.

10/30/09

2009-10-30T15:14:00.000-07:00

158.

Life in the Middle:

a truly wonderful show

that closes tonight.

157.

Come on, Florida!!

It is almost Hallowe'en.

Why is it this hot?!

10/29/09

2009-10-29T15:06:00.000-07:00

156.

Oh, come on...really?!

You, sir, are nonsensical.

Why are you this way?!

155.

A punch in the gut-

the news just bowled me over

-an ache in the heart.

10/28/09

2009-10-28T01:26:00.000-07:00

154.

Great pain and great joy.

The ironies of Facebook

are not lost on me.

10/15/09

2009-10-15T10:04:00.001-07:00

153.

Just dragging today.

Nothing is really amiss,

just am overwhelmed.

10/14/09

2009-10-14T17:09:00.000-07:00

152.

Throwing out old plays,

turning people's dreams to dust,

I feel like Shiva.

10/12/09

2009-10-12T21:52:00.000-07:00

151.

In the presence of

the transformation: a night

not soon forgotten.

150.

Anniversary.

Remembrance: hard, but needed.

Eleven years on.

149.

A tremendous night:

the Laramie Epilogue

at Asolo Rep.

10/7/09

2009-10-06T23:34:00.000-07:00

148.

The Produce Boy "crush":

lurking amongst the mangos,

hoping for a glimpse.

10/5/09

2009-10-05T18:28:00.000-07:00

147.

A German hippie

alit in my small office.

I'll get you Gulling!!!!!

10/3/09

2009-10-02T23:03:00.000-07:00

146.

The weather is now

just cool enough to be nice.

Smattering of Fall.

10/2/09

2009-10-02T11:48:00.000-07:00

145.

At Whole Foods on Weds.

Saw the produce guy again.

Still was quite dreamy.

144.

October is my

favorite month when at home.

Missing New England.

143.

Apples after zinc,

taste really bad and are not

alphabetical.

9/29/09

2009-09-29T14:32:00.000-07:00

142.

The hurt feelings were

unintentional, truly.

I didn't mean to.

141.

Do you really need

to be that condescending?

You catch more flies with...

9/28/09

2009-09-28T14:54:00.000-07:00

140.

It's not season yet

and already there's madness....

so, so much madness.

139.

I like my blue skirt.

I should wear it more often.

People say it's nice.

138.

Where did the time go?!

I swear I had five more hours!!

Bye bye to Monday!!

137.

Muddle of a day.

Caught in an endless task-smash.

Brain = mashed potatoes.*

*In this haiku, the "=" symbol is not pronounced.

136.

Is it some odd code

that Whole Foods produce stockboys

must be really hot?

9/21/09

2009-09-21T07:33:00.000-07:00

135.

King John was awesome!!

It's such an overlooked gem.

Can't wait for the spring!!

9/17/09

2009-09-17T07:21:00.000-07:00

134.

Been away so long...

hard to find that groove again.

But I know I will.

133.

Summer never ends,

not down here on the gulf coast.

Sticky September.

9/9/09

2009-09-09T09:32:00.000-07:00

132.

Unique day and date:

it's September 9th '09.

Very synchronous!!

131.

What is up today?!

Why the huge, crazy workload?

Stupid questions, those.

9/8/09

2009-09-08T14:05:00.000-07:00

130.

Oh, my hazy head!

Cramm'd full of thought and bluster.

Want a neck massage.

9/4/09

2009-09-04T23:55:00.000-07:00

129.

Why am I still up?!

Need to go to bed, like, now.

Sleep will be so good.

128.

Paolo Lucchini's

a Scottish-Italian man

and quirky singer.

9/3/09

2009-09-03T17:15:00.000-07:00

127.

Small black bird, skimming

over its own reflection

shining in the bay.

126.

The same pelican,

perched on a rock in the bay,

two days in a row.

125.

Reading about sheep:

the plot thick as twisted wool.

Mangelwurzels, yum!!

#125 - Inspired by the book I'm sharing with my Mom, Three Bags Full: A Sheep Detective Story by Leonie Swan. Thanks for the inspiration and assist, Mom!!

9/1/09

2009-09-01T14:06:00.000-07:00

124.

September the first:
Hary Potter fans find this
a quite special day.

123.

He must always trump
everyone's opinions, but
truth doesn't matter.

122.

Must you be like that?!
You know, you're not always right.
Infuriating!!

8/31/09

2009-08-31T10:00:00.000-07:00

121.

A tricky question:
Why do all the good things go?
Unanswerable.

120.

It's official now.
Yes. As of noon-time today.
SNAB is really closed.

119.

Last day of the month.
Remember: "Rabbit, rabbit!"
Luck for September.

118.

Watch me jump and sing!
Nothing's really different, just...
in a good mood now.

8/30/09

2009-08-30T13:48:00.000-07:00

117.

House cleaning. Oh joy.

About to start digging in...

Please wish me good luck!!

8/28/09

2009-08-28T23:59:00.001-07:00

116.

I can't believe it:

Sarasota News and Books,

you can't be closing!!

8/27/09

2009-08-27T10:27:00.000-07:00

115.

I cannot believe
what plane tickets already
cost for Thanksgiving!!

8/26/09

2009-08-26T16:41:00.000-07:00

114.

Today was quite odd:
It felt unproductive but
really it wasn't!!

113.

It's been gray a lot.
Rain clouds and dusk blend into
one long, misty blur.

8/25/09

2009-08-25T07:11:00.000-07:00

112.

Wishing you such a
happy birthday Andy and
missing you a lot.

111.

Already thirty?
How can that be possible?
Ah well, 'tis young yet.

110.

Thirty years ago:
one of my dearest friends came
shouting into life.

* - Today's haiku dedicated to the birthday of my good friend, GeekUSA.

8/24/09

2009-08-24T13:51:00.000-07:00

109.

Windburnt and tanned skin.
Shepherd's crook curve to the spine.
No home, only street.