I just can't be happy today
What’s wrong with me?
It’s one of those Spring days that makes most normal people forget the New England winter, but I’m still focusing on the piles of road salt that only two months ago were heaped onto mountains of snow.
About the best I can muster is:
cloudless May sky —
the sparkle
of a broken beer bottle
not even gold glitters as brightly as the aftermath of a Single Malt Stupor. then again, it might not be the weather at all...
crab apple blossoms —
my daughter
plans her wedding
or a non-seasonal take:
planning my daughter’s wedding
the TV asks
“What’s in your wallet?”
What’s wrong with me?
It’s one of those Spring days that makes most normal people forget the New England winter, but I’m still focusing on the piles of road salt that only two months ago were heaped onto mountains of snow.
About the best I can muster is:
not even gold glitters as brightly as the aftermath of a Single Malt Stupor. then again, it might not be the weather at all...
or a non-seasonal take:
It’s one of those Spring days that makes most normal people forget the New England winter, but I’m still focusing on the piles of road salt that only two months ago were heaped onto mountains of snow.
About the best I can muster is:
cloudless May sky —
the sparkle
of a broken beer bottle
not even gold glitters as brightly as the aftermath of a Single Malt Stupor. then again, it might not be the weather at all...
crab apple blossoms —
my daughter
plans her wedding
or a non-seasonal take:
planning my daughter’s wedding
the TV asks
“What’s in your wallet?”
posted by extraspecialbitter at 8:46 AM
2 Comments:
Will you be reading some of your haiku at your daughters wedding?
Funny you should ask. She just called - less than 15 minutes ago - to ask me to read a poem at her wedding. I've read paper clip at two weddings, including mine.
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