Sunday, July 11, 2010

Read at the counter

I heard this boy speaking the other day on NPR and they asked him what he would miss, now that the oil spill has killed his home. And what he said, I realized, was a haiku. I mean, here's this kid, speaking his heart, speaking in poetry - I went over his words in my head, counted them, yes, I knew . . . it was haiku:

Cajun Boy, 13, Looking Out at the Gulf of Mexico, June 2010

Sand between my toes.
Fish fries with my grandfather.
This is what I’ll miss.

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