I've enjoyed this haiku section immensely. There's soemthing about the smallness of the form that takes the intensity that this group has to offer, and pressurizes it. These from Mr. Balcazar's 8th graders in Rm. 203.
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Haiku
Luis P.
The view from my mom’s office:
Chicago streets, people, cars, trains
run around like ants.
Haiku
Samantha G.
This moment I want
to walk downtown at night for hours
to see all the lights.
Haiku
Max T.
People should not lie
and have more courage into what
they do, and have guts.
Haiku
Estephanie C.
He never knows what
is going on around him
and he never will
Twirling Clay Haiku
Anthony W.
The pottery pan
rotates in circles again
Maybe it’s finished
Haiku
Jaime S.
In this moment I
hear, “Why am I doing this?
Do I enjoy this?”
Haiku
Rosalina A.
Leaves change from green to
red like a teacher’s face when
he gets very mad.
Haiku
Christian E.
the big black jacket
is falling to the dirty
floor where the rest are.
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