I suspect I'm not the only one here who misses Great Lakes Greta's haiku posts. So I'm queuing up a little retrospective, to appear intermittently, mostly on the days of the week when it seems we're all too busy to generate original material. Greta's themes are often seasonal, and I've tried to pick poems appropriate to the time of year. There does, however, seem to be a dearth of April poems (probably because, with November, it's one of the two official exploding-heading months in the academic calendar). So here's a fall one, with a nevertheless-appropriate (and very tempting) ending:
Thursday afternoon,
seething class. weekend homework?
but...but...the big game!
found on my office
door: "Bitch!" how clever you are
after six short weeks.
it is a writing
class. we write. when you groan, your
misery feeds me.
"you can't talk to me
like that!" righteous parolee,
your paper, still late.
set of comp papers.
beautiful Saturday,
garden...no contest.
"your paper, still late."
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I love, love, love Greta. I sure hope she comes back soon!
ReplyDeleteMe, too. Sorting through her old stuff was fun, but I'd love to have a new poem, or just a check-in, from her. By her own description, she teaches in some of the most difficult conditions of any of us, and I'd love to hear that she's still hanging in there (or has found a better option).
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