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    haikupoet.com
    the haiku blog of paul david mena

    Monday, December 31, 2007



    New Year’s Eve —
    my one year-old granddaughter
    staggers like I do

     

    Tuesday, December 25, 2007



    Christmas morning —
    whose turn is it
    to walk the dog?

     

     

    Saturday, December 22, 2007


     


     


    solstice —
    my son the Marine
    complains of boredom

     

    Friday, December 21, 2007

    restless night —
    the ice dam
    drips

     

    Thursday, December 20, 2007

    sick day —
    another 3 to 5
    inches of snow

     

    Sunday, December 16, 2007

    ice dam —
    words
    fail me

     

    Wednesday, December 05, 2007

    dirty snow —
    another voicemail
    from my ex-wife

     

    Tuesday, December 04, 2007

    my granddaughter turns one —
    a kitten
    scatters crows

     

    Monday, December 03, 2007

    black ice —
    I turn off
    my favorite song

     

    Saturday, December 01, 2007

    December —
    the crunch of road salt
    in an empty pub