Saturday, September 1, 2007


The Labor Day weekend is considered the end of summer in the United States. To commemorate the occasion here are 10-word poems on the theme of summer. I don't believe this is an established poetry form; I misunderstood a 10-word challenge by a poetry group I belong to. Even if the form is accidental, I like the results. Not quite haiku, but similar in pithiness.

Evening’s sticky languor
oozes down the block,
porch by porch.

Driving gloves:
frosty morning fingerwarmers,
summer steering wheel oven mitts.

Tomato wedge, basil,
olive oil drizzle:
summer’s labor's tenfold reward.


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