Bike Haiku
Written while cycling between Ballard and Capital Hill, October-December 2015
Tree lines remember
Years of fire, drought, sun, rain
How do we grow now?
Little chihuahua
in bike lane, please leash it up
so you're not squished down
Landmark pleading lies
Ashamed of curvy waist.
Still, not needle but a vase
Poor frustrated train
watching engines pass, mourns the
absence of caboose
Hedgemen fight to save
shrubbery dinosaurs from
growth-caused extinction
Twins always ready
To salute or bow down, yet
Ships offer no thanks
Bike lane swerving car:
I am angry, but silenced.
Mittens=politeness
Crowded with yacht docks
Lake Union reeks of wealth,
yet sunrise reveals wrecks
Halloween symbol?
Death harbinger? No! Pizza
crows want to have fun
Camping by choice is fun. But only the choiceless
choose concrete puddles.
The top hat-salmon
Just topped the fish ladder, thus
Has spruced up to spawn
Parallel bike paths
Who wins across the river?
Only the clouds know
The sky looks pregnant:
Probably rain, possibly
UFOs. Shelter!
Neural rebellion
Victims/ heroes everywhere
It's cold; I'm sorry
Forced to live alone
No one shares the hairiest
shower in the land
Before hail and gloom
Windows hold the fading blue
Strange weather today
A hairline fracture
In foot?
If only x-Rays
Etch-a-sketch-erased
The waterless lock
Misses shouldering ships, yet
Swells with echoes of birds
Your book called. She said
"Fold my ears one more time and
I'll bite you, ingrate!"
Rain rumples foreheads
And scrunches the faces of
non- Seattleites
"Moisture festival"
Too many clowns;
a bad name
Teetotalism
Working long hours
for hurried thankless masses
Streetlights wish for spring