You’re the Poet, Carlita
February 12, 2009
Micah left a message on my answering machine this afternoon. He was calling to ask about haiku. Is it 5-7-5? He couldn’t remember.
He said, “You’re the poet, Carlita.”
It made me smile because only Micah would call me to ask such a thing. I miss him. I need to get back to Machias.
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Micah is looking for help
Assisted support to find the right voice
With but seventeen measly words
That was awful, but well I tried.
Hey, that’s not bad at all.
It turns out that Micah is writing janitorial haiku for the literary magazine at the high school where he works as…well, as a janitor, obviously. I am hoping he will send me some to read.