New York in Haiku

I was in New York a few months ago on my way to Michigan via D.C. and a funeral. It was a rare moment when I had absolutely nothing to do but wander and wonder. The leaves were turning and the sun was bright between cloudbursts. I wrote this series of haiku after one satisfyingly uneventful day. I am easily overwhelmed by city’s movement; this exercise in observation was steadying.

1
Walking to the train,
I crush leaves on the sidewalk,
wet from last night’s rain.

2
The subway doors close
as I look up from my book;
now I’m late for class.

3
Through the window comes
the racket of men at work;
inside women chant Om.

4
When the light turns green,
the boy twirls his umbrella
and steps off the curb.

5
Biscuits in both hands,
the waiter dodges puddles
on the cafe floor.

6
The food arrives and,
before picking up her fork,
she takes a photo.

7
Wind scatters the leaves
on Havermeyer Street, wet from slanting rain;
I breathe out a cloud.

8
Head down, a woman
sweeps leaves from a concrete yard
without looking up.

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  1. Gorgeous frames!

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