I.
cuisine-challenged bridge
substructure symbionts...mmmm...
you taste like chicken.
II.
appropriately,
the sun disappears as i
reach for more essays.
III.
spring break, elusive
creature, you vanish as day
breaks, a misty waif
chased away by more
committee work, more reading,
more essays--email,
memos--demanding
the slack of my pre-tenure
leash. poor spring break, you
delicate thing, will
you return again? if so,
retrieve my soul, please?
Amen on #3.
ReplyDeleteSnarky Writer took the words out of my mouth. May it, indeed, return -- and post tenure, when you can enjoy it.
ReplyDeleteAnd, of course, I like #1. Though I think it's best to ignore them, I have to admit that we do sometimes manage to have fun teasing the critters, riffing on their all-too-predictable refrains, etc. -- more fun, I suspect, than they have growling futilely at us.
ReplyDeleteGreta, I won't tell you that the weather just broke, in time for my spring break and the St. Paty's Day parade today.
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