I’m no poet, but Karen at Outpost Mavarin has assigned us to write a poem to celebrate National Poetry Month, and in the interest of building character, I’ll give it a shot. In the interest of getting it over with, I’m going to go with haiku, because I think I can handle seventeen syllables of verse.
Dark early morning
bed shakes, I leap up and stand,
hear glasses clinking
In honor of the Great Chicago Earthquake of 2008.
