Friday, April 01, 2016


Haiku Friday: Out of the closet

So, it has been an interesting week. Today I have a piece in the New York Times, yesterday I was quoted in the Washington Post, and of course I got to speak at the White House.  As the to the last of these, I will unpack that once we are done with important haiku. Suffice it to say that part of what happened was that the White House Counsel insulted "naysaying law professors," and that later-- in response-- I got to respond in a few minutes that began with the statement "I feel a rant coming on." This is not hyperbole. This actually happened. Also, at the end of the session, Valerie Jarrett quoted what I said, which wasn't so much of a rant. (All of this was on a live cast, so it must be out there somewhere).  So there was that.

Anyways, let's get out a good spring haiku topic. How about this: The things we drag out of the closet in the spring. Maybe clothes, sports equipment, gardening stuff, whatever. Here, I will go first:

Linen is fussy
So much care it requires!
Save it for warm days.

Now it is your turn! Just use the 5/7/5 syllable recipe and have some fun!

Oops! not a haiku . . . That meeting sounds like heady stuff, "naysaying" and ranting. Must have been a blast.

I wonder if the White House Counsel would say that to his boss ("Mr. President, you naysaying law professor!")
Valerie Jarrett
has the Pres' ear and is a
serious person

Yay Mark!!!

Here is my haiku about today's topic:

Build a bunny fence!
Pink cosmos, black eyed Susans
Safe from bunny teeth.
Into the closet
Go the jackets, scarves, mittens
Summer in Texas.
Poof, patio cushions
Clean patio furniture
Oops, pollen season
All the contents of
the garage were moved to make
way for new shelving.

Father came and built.
With the help of his son and
his grandson he worked.

The closets were freed
for interior storage,
undoing clutter.

Built shelving from scratch.
Measure twice cut once... then build,
great closet, garage.
Dried stems dangling,
Cages sit in the corner
Soon, fresh tomatoes
In the desert in
Southeast Washington State,the wind began
To blow with a lust

For fresh down seed by
A hapless farmer.My father
Reached for Maalox,drank

Coffee,two sugars and cream
And smoked Winston after Winston.
The dust blew like Oklahoma.
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