Well—it’s
Gratitude Monday. And Patriots’ Day. And National Haiku Day. So I’m grateful
for a couple of things.
The Boston
Marathon will be run (and, in some cases, staggered) today, as it has every
Patriots’ Day for 120 years. There will be more security than there used to be,
thanks both to the Tsarnaev brothers’ terrorist attack four years ago, and the
general unease surrounding any kind of event under the current administration. (You
just never know when thugs will show up to wave Confederate or Nazi flags in
the faces of people celebrating everything from a kid’s birthday party to a
major sporting event.) But half a million people will show up to cheer 30,000
runners all 26 miles through the greater metropolitan area.
And
before we get an unpresidented tweet taking credit for it—they were
#BostonStrong long before the Kleptocrat ran for office.
I’m
also grateful for the haiku that a friend of mine has been posting to Facebook
every day for National Poetry Month, even while en route to and on his spring
break. This is true dedication.
Of
course, he is Irish…
But out
of gratitude, and in his honor, here’s my poor contribution.
Mahoney’s
haiku
Remind
me of pub lunch breaks—
Ah,
those happy times
What
do you have in your poetry and gratitude pocket?
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