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A final goodbye to my favorite shirt. |
| I never write poetry. Not since a poetry class I took in college that left me scarred for life. But today I felt like challenging myself, so I wrote a haiku to a shirt I recently lost on the river while kayaking. It was a truly sad day for me and all the beer I lost each time I flipped. While the poem is silly, I truly am mourning that lost shirt. ---- Slow, gentle river Careens me into a rock I lose my kayak Another beer gone Sacrificed to river gods I lose my paddle Head is throbbing Water rises up my nose I lose my footing Two hands are reaching Yanked out of the waters reach I lost my favorite shirt. |