day 11 -- tanka

(That's the sort of extended haiku.)
(5-7-5-7-7.)




Softball T-shirt time.
Can I handle it again,
asks the manager?
I check last year’s images,
spreadsheet, fun time.  Okay.  Yes.

"consisting entirely of things you’d like to say, but never would, to" someone

"...to a parent, lover, sibling, child, teacher, roommate, best friend, mayor, president, corporate CEO, etc."





Oh, but I only know what I'd say because
someday I think I might say it.  Because
I want to, see?  It's like Harold Hill tells Winthrop,
there near the end, after the deep-cut-true question:
I always think there's a band, kid, he says,
because he does, and then in the movie
there is one, because it's a movie,
and in the movies believers
suffer and suffer and suffer and then
there is respite--- then there's sweet respite
before the respite of respites, not sweet.