It’s hard to dry out/
your convertible when Spring/
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It’s hard to dry out/
your convertible when Spring/
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more Creativity? Visit SpiritTreeFarms.com
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Think. Don’t be so quick/
to raise your hand to serve, cuz/
most really don’t care.
It’s impossible/
to break all the rules if none/
have been established.
Writing a haiku/
on Kobayashi Maru/
is hard. Done. I won.
The empty, aching
yearns have returned. I’ve learned. I’m
past treading old paths.
My daughter posted a New Year’s Instagram reel of photos, with Death Cab for Cutie’s song “The New Year” as the background. Watching the 2022 retrospective filled me with melancholy, especially with the lyric: “This is the New Year. I don’t feel any different.”
I’m going into a “Three Year” numerically, a year when I will be happiest and most fulfilled when I’m creatively doing things. With that in mind, my melancholy turned into resolve, and I wrote this haiku:
Don’t invite me, and
don’t wait for me, chances are
we’ll both be alone.
What if, with the One’s
mirror gaze, we discover
we’re doing enough?