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Category Archives: tradition
Brooks Brothers
I’ve fallen victim
to corporate dress-speak. Just
button down shut up.
Downton Abbey
Those clothes. That house. I’d
plead agoraphobia,
never leave the grounds.
On a cold winter’s night
Kitchen windows fogged,
oven-baked chicken is the
scent of homecoming.
New Year’s Day
In optimism
we cross the starting line of
the rest of our lives.
Rose Parade
Flower covered floats
in a warm SoCal city
I’ll never visit.
New Year’s Eve: ball drop
If we look ahead
in hope, optimism,
then shouldn’t the ball rise?
Chicago skyscrapers
Though Burnham’s Folly’s
in New York, he saved his best
for his hometown dreams.
Easter basket
Malted milk eggs, Peeps,
solid bunnies (eaten ears
first) hide in fake grass.
Fountain pen
A small indulgence:
nibs, inkwells, hand writing in
a click to print world.
a haiku a day 