19 March 2023 (raw)

raw sunlight

red spathes of skunk cabbage

revive the swamp

8 September 2020 (gulls)

The other day while we were hanging out on the ledges looking out at Rockport Harbor, my husband said he has always wanted to write something that mentions “the to-ing and fro-ing” of gulls. I told him that would make a good haiku. Here are our two versions:

Paul’s version:

McDonald’s lunch rush

gulls to-ing

and fro-ing

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My version:

low tide

the to-ing and fro-ing

of gulls

November 23: Black Friday

Calling this absurdly overhyped shopping day Black Friday just increases its disturbing aspect by making it sound rather morbid, like that old standard "Gloomy Sunday." Instead of shopping at 6:00 a.m. or camping out at some mall, I walked around Beauchamp Point on Rockport Harbor this morning, reconnecting with an old friend and enjoying the sunshine. Turns out she and her husband have applied to adopt a child from Korea, which was welcome news because they've wanted a child for a while now.
 
No stores in sight.
We talk of children,
watch the dog wander.

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