10 Haiku

Friday night twilight—

we wait on a cold corner,

traffic blasting by

Ploosh! Plap! and then comes

an indescribable stench!

All from eating beef!

Even the water

for the fake hotel room plant

is fake—fake water!

*

My tender footsteps

down a rain-glazed evening street—

hiss of sizzling tires

So enchanted by

steam rising from a tea cup

while my work screen glares

I turn off my ‘phone’

—freaking pocket computer!—

and feel real Power

*

It’s quite a nice life—

under warm blankets at night

listening to rain

Hearing two men talk

on the train to work I think

of stacking boxes

How much I prefer

walking in the gushing rain

to riding this train!

*

Brighter than streetlamps

lighting my trudge home from work—

a swan-white full moon

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