Not a lot of words, here or at home. The writing homework did not get done, instead I stared out the window for an hour, because there is nothing to say. Blue leaves on Friday to return for his sophomore year far away in Ohio. Moon starts high school in two weeks. Time is passing.
Here are some old words:
Once in a college poetry class, told to write a haiku, I wrote:
In a spider's eye
the big of man and moon
is not so pretty
Ten years earlier, in sixth grade, the first time I was made to write a haiku (which at the time I thought was crazy, because I had been writing page-long, wordy, pre-teen angst filled ballads, and could not possibly limit myself to seventeen words), I wrote:
Five in the first line
Seven in the second, please
Five in the last line
Mrs. Young was not pleased, but I made a fuss until she put it on the wall next to those more acceptable creations written by the rest of the class. "Moondala"
