Expression...
Approach a squirrel.
He may be shyly watching
for a chance to speak.
posted by hrtucker @ 3:53 PM
Daydream
A blog written (almost) entirely in (bastardized) haiku.
About Me
- Name: hrtucker
- Location: Athens, Georgia, United States
The first time around, I majored in english literature, which wasn't entirely a mistake. I have begun working toward a degree in landscape architecture. I suspect that grad school is coming up soon. I want to spend my time restoring damaged wetlands and rivers, or maybe creating spaces in cities that help people to unwind. I never want to set foot in a cubicle again. Daydream tells a story in snap-shots. Each poem presents something that happened on the day it was written. Why haiku? Especially, why such bad, off-topic, not concerned with nature (usually) haiku? To keep it brief! Nobody likes a long rambling blog. If they say they do, they are just being nice. Letters to a Cowboy is a mixed bag. Take from it what you can.For best results, read it chronologically, from bottom to top.
Previous Posts
- "We can swim now any day in November..."
- intermission
- Diva...
- No retreat...
- "Go outside and play..."
- Freezing...
- Softly...
- Coasting...
- intermission
- (backlogged) A day at the park studying...
Friday, December 10, 2004
He may be shyly watching
for a chance to speak.
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2 Comments:
I am going to be the first to comment that this one is bordering on fortune cookie territory.
It has been my experience that most squirrels, at least the native South Carolina varieties are waiting patiently to knock rocks from a limb of a peaceful tree onto my head. If they were aiming to speak, they would merely mouth the words "up yours" as they throw a fist full of "fuck yous" my way. This is most likely because they can feel the sexual tension between them and me. But who doesnt love a good piece of tail every now and then.
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