Friday, May 8, 2015

Greta on the End of the Semester (II)

bad friday haiku (with apologies to theodore roethke)


the rains come like the
tears i shed reading essays:
slow, steady, endless.


the river rises,
carries away debris. my
office needs a flood.


may brings rain and yet...
snowflakes from last semester
flurry, furry. grades.


the whiskey on your
breath makes this proffie dizzy;
snowflake, brush your teeth.

Originally posted on May 20, 2011

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