Day 63

I yell at my kids
9 months a year. Together
we shout: Summer’s here!

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Day 40, etc.

Day 25

Hurry! Eat– Hurry!
Dress– Hurry! Brush– Hurry! Shoes–
Morning has broken.

Day 34

Woman plodding through.
Girl-child grasps her hand, every
where skipping she goes.

Day 39

Twelve shut in a room,
some men, none angry. Futures
decided smoke-free.

Day 40

Because I gave her
time. She led me on, taking
care of everything.

The 100 Days Project

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Not sure if I can do it, but in honor of the good of making, here goes. Inspired by The 100 Days Project, I’ll spend the next 100 days writing a daily haiku focused on image and thankfulness. Can’t promise I’ll post all of them here, but I’ll try to do so regularly.

Will you join me? 100 days of something?

Visit the 100 Days Project site for suggestions and inspiration. And, those of you who are former students: This is kind of an assignment. (Here’s to you, Deborah Keenan.)

Day 1:

The same license plates.
Grey day, grey road, grey life, done.
Decide to see light.