Some people think that I'm a big nerd. Okay, I am. But I like to think that the fact that I write occasional poems is respectable, and proves my masculine security. So here are two haikus that I wrote this summer during my English "Methods" class:
The dew dripped slowly
Over the stone steps for years.
The stone yields, broken.
Bird perched on a wire;
The energy of the world
Passes underfoot.
- T
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