Birthday Haiku (7/7)

Turned twenty-seven
With no sense of settling
Into adulthood

Infants often throw
Things like fishing poles over
The sides of canoes

The dead of summer
With a distinct symmetry:
Seventh day and month

Upon Ethan’s words
I realized that whoopie pies
Actually are cakes.

About andrewwhiting

A sentimental and sarcastic poet, lover of language, traveling and nature (not a fan of the Oxford comma).
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