On Friday, I left home at 5:00 a.m., drove to Houston,
did a full day's school visit and drove home again. 
It was not the most haiku-ish day, if you know what I mean. 
Which is why my piece for that day is about … coffee.

Haiku 27
4/27/2012

First sip burns bitter
and still I take another.
Black sky grows milky.

And then it was the weekend.
I just love weekends.
And spring break.
And summer break.
I would rather have my kids knocking around here a bit than rushing off every morning like the world's a'fire.

Haiku 28
4/28/2012

A bare foot dangles,
feather duvets swell, settle.
Who says it's morning?

Haiku 29
4/29/2012

girl with basketball
dad with good time on his hands
unbeatable team

And today?
Today is Monday, in case you hadn't heard….

Haiku 30
4/30/2012

like swimming cross-wise
each stroke long, effortful
until I give in