Mid-week, summer sentences

( No! I won’t go! she said, using her body punctuation – two stomps.
So you don’t have to wonder
where we are on harder days )

Before it gets hot, let’s find our spot – walk, and hope for dogs on leashes.

The Summer in Sentences so far

I took your picture; you took mine. Then a turtle – Summer!  –  the first day!
(No need to mention Walmart.
Nobody thinks that’s much fun.)
Toys R Us: museum of the mature, fun house of the child at heart.
Dad, curious about what he was missing, followed us like pond ducks.
Canada Day: too hustling-bustling.  We reversed momentum.

Summer Sentences is a writing project using Allen Ginsberg’s American Sentences Poetic form — one line of poetry containing 17 syllables, an adaptation of the Haiku.  The project is an expression of our mother-daughter outings through the summer.  It may not show now (or ever) and we may not be brave enough to display our failed outings, but all this takes some courage for both of us.  The goal is to be out of the house, hanging out together and enjoying some places in and around our home.

Dog photo credit — pixabay.com — no opportunities for dog pictures because all dogs are scary to Emma…even friendly ones (maybe especially friendly ones with eager and indiscriminate noses).  Dogs on leashes are always appreciated.

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