Submitted for your syllable-counting enjoyment, two haiku about my today and yesterday. As my darling fancy-party date so acutely observed last night, there are moments in this city for we transplants when you take a step back (mentally that is, for fear of stepping on the toes of the board member who supports the non-profit that supports your livelihood) and realize just how far from home you really are. The nostalgia clashes pretty hard against your present-tense rationale of how you came to be here with these people and places before it's reconciled by the nearness of new friends, new families, and new love.
Flamenco guitars,
dancing, wine, cheese and crackers.
Ain't got this at home...
Also, for some reason while I was running around uptown for work for today, I became more aware of how the other half is raised:
dancing, wine, cheese and crackers.
Ain't got this at home...
Also, for some reason while I was running around uptown for work for today, I became more aware of how the other half is raised:
All these black mothers
with their tiny white children;
how miraculous!
Someone reply with some 575 style puh-LEASE!
with their tiny white children;
how miraculous!
Someone reply with some 575 style puh-LEASE!
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