Desk Clock
Holes in my address book,
ones left from people who have moved on
to destiny — or dust,
are measured precisely
against this desk clock’s minutes
flashing
relentlessly.
Random charge on the morning commute
While walking through the station this cold, cold morning I noticed that every single electrical outlet had someone’s phone plugged in, often with someone on the other end of the cord
SALT
Haiku 12.1
Snowfall diffuses
light from street lamps, clouds across
the bowed, waxing moon.
Random politeness on the sidewalk
This morning there were noticeably fewer people walking from the subway to their downtown offices, so I was able to stroll down the middle of the sidewalk. Coming toward me from the other direction was a pigeon, also walking down the middle of the sidewalk. I nodded and stepped to the left. The pigeon bobbed its head and stepped to the right. We passed each other with no problem.
27 November 2019
