work
It’s hard to focus
on anything about work
when we have a date.
Oh, I do have plenty of work to do.
It’s not that.
And it’s the same kind of work I do every day.
I just can’t get much accomplished.
What makes this day different from other days?
Happy Hour together.
Or should I say, “Happy Hours?”
since it lasts the whole time you are near.
I should just concentrate on my papers and email and schedule,
but I can’t.
Instead I’m (dreaming of) sipping wine, walking side-by-side,
and watching the sunset.
It’s a beautiful afternoon, and the weather is perfect.
Why can’t the day pass more quickly?
Please?
The original Haiku for Hopefuls postings on Seattle’s Missed Connections were undoubtedly my favorites, but I often wondered why the title changed after the first year. Did another writer take over? Had the original writer entered a new chapter in their life that prompted a change? The mysteries of Craigslist!
