winter haiku 3/18

limerick, rambling, etc. picture taken this morning.

meet my stubborn snow

grappling, it just knows one day

and then it’s no more

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Had a great St. Patrick’s Day at work yesterday. Bit of Irish Soda Bread for lunch. All I needed. Festive party with good music. Sometimes I feel like a fly on the wall. I overheard a quiet toast in memory of a resident we lost a few days ago. Whatever you enjoy in life - do it.

I remember past St. Patrick’s Days - working in NYC (a lifetime ago)

At 530 5th Avenue they handed out a green carnation when entering the building. Street vendors had green bagels. The green line down 5th Avenue. One year I had a job interview across town and that meant crossing the parade :) I didn’t get the job for a magazine, and maybe it’s all for a reason. I could be a fly on a whole other wall, or maybe I wouldn’t be here at all.

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There’s a housekeeper here named Maria

with a smile she’ll sing her idea

She makes rooms squeaky clean

and I can’t say anything mean

or she’ll make a mess out of me-a