eyeing the spot
where our bumpers bumped–
snow in his thick eyebrows
coffee shop . . .
the only empty seat
still warm
mourning dove
returns to the porch rail
new snow fluffs off
“schoolBrooks” Randy Brooks, from School’s Out (Press Here, 1999)
by dagosan:
staring match out my window —
I blink first
the squirrel scampers
full-moon stroll
after the snowstorm —
bright, cold, and lovely
[Jan. 24, 2005]
“tinyredcheck” Over at haikupoet.com, Paul and Mary Mena have a nice new look,
and more great photo-haiku combos. The last one, reminded me why
I often dislike buses and elevators, so I penned:
still here
after he leaves the bus —
stranger’s cologne
[dagosan, Jan. 24, 2005]
Crime & Federalism today. It might sound familiar to our visitors.
Last week, I forgot to mention George Carlin’s take on poetry, when I
mentioned enjoying his new book, When Will Jesus Bring the Pork Chops? It’s
only one sentence: “More people write poetry than read poetry.” I still like the book.
The entire f/k/a gang is very glad that Prof. Althouse is safe after her auto
accident. Evan Schaeffer empathizes, but wonders about the wisdom of admitting fault
at the scene and on her weblog. Walter Olson manages not to mention tort reform (but,
I bet he was tempted).