Richard's Poor Almanac by Richard Thompson for September 24, 2021
Transcript:
winter haikus in the empty space immortal beneath the soot parking lot snow pile jello from a mold wet sand from an upturned pail laughable hat hair man: (muffled scream) agh! if i hear that phrase "mass of arctic air" once more i think i will scream kid #1: whine whine whine whine whine adults are like, so wimpy kid #2: snow days suit me fine.
Cpeckbourlioux over 2 years ago
Dill!!
Teto85 Premium Member over 2 years ago
The genius of Mr Thompson shines through even the cloudiest, snowiest of days.
amaryllis2 Premium Member over 2 years ago
I saw an old grayed snow pile in a parking lot just like that a few years ago: in Anchorage at the end of April.
Sisyphos over 2 years ago
Somehow, haiku seems more a springtime thing than a wintry one….