Funny moment over the weekend: A blog called Politiku asked to publish last Friday’s haiku, then moved the first line to the last, giving it a 7-5-5 structure. My sixth-grade English teacher is rolling over in her grave. Fortunately, I’m not as strict as that old bat. 17 syllables is 17 syllables is 17 syllables, I guess. My haiku are hardly traditional anyway. And, really, it’s just nice to have something I wrote in five minutes on a lunch break recognized in any way at all.
Last Atlantis Politiku #4
Shuttle like a wooden ship
With the last tall mast
Goodbye, Atlantis.
