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National Poetry Month -- Haiku 7

This month, I'm getting up very early a couple of days a week to do a bootcamp
with some girlfriends.
Even earlier than my usual run schedule.
It's pitch black out and I'm sleepy and the reward is deep squats with a medicine ball.

I know.
It kinda makes you wonder.

But this morning, hanging over everything, was the moon.
Lopsided and heavy.
All bright and muse-like.
Had I slept another hour-and-a-half, I wouldn't have seen it at all.

And that's what I'll try to remember at about three this afternoon when I'm in sorry need of a nap.
Each moment holds something to see if you're there for it...

Haiku 7

The fat moon went down
before I got to know it.
I hate missing out.

-- Liz Garton Scanlon

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This is great, Liz. I love the image of a "fat" moon.
The last line about missing out really speaks to me.

Tanita Says :)

Oh, MAN! I feel the same way! I hate when it's overcast or something when the moon is full, and I haven't gotten my fill of looking!

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