It must be haiku day, right? I tried to convince myself it was warm enough to sit outside and folks, I’m here to tell you otherwise!
sitting outside while
The wind scuffs up my coffee
And I shiver
pretending it’s spring
but what happened – me and
my coffee got cold
tree tops swelling
pounding against the sky with
red and gold and green
covered truck goes by
several times a day each way
filled with barking dogs
From the quote box:
I believe that man will not merely endure: he will prevail. He is immortal, not because he alone among creatures has an inexhaustible voice, but because he has a soul, a spirit capable of compassion and sacrifice and endurance. The poet’s, the writer’s duty is to write about these things. … The poet’s voice need not merely be the record of man, it can be one of the props, the pillars to help him endure and prevail.
— William Faulkner, Nobel Prize Acceptance Speech
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