Monday, August 18, 2008

She might also have danced in a field with a mondo scarf. Nothing would surprise me.

My friend Paulette had a birthday this weekend.

She received wondrous and imaginative gifts, drank copious beverages of the alcoholic variety, and partied like 1999.

She had everything a girl in the blush of youth could desire on her big day--except a haiku.

Because I hadn't written it yet.

Birthday haikus
are too hard to write; next year
you're getting a sonnet.

I'm still waiting for the Haiku police to come and get me. They must be close, now.

image, Mrs. Florence Fleming Noyes in a scarf dance, Library of Congress.

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