Friday, August 1, 2014

In the early hours of August ...

It's nice to read poetry about the end of the semester.  Something to look forward to.


From College Misery, November 29, 2011


really bad tuesday haiku


the cold rain sinks like
my spirits. misery--gray,
familiar--ushers

in semester's end.
the year itself sputters. would
that the world felt new

as cycling once did,
before icy space between
love and learning made

my job as moot as
raking leaves from my lawn hours
before the first snow.

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