Monday, November 17, 2014

New York haikus, vol. 3

So, our friend Mary, a veteran New Yorker, says we're nuts to think about making Thanksgiving dinner in our tiny apartment. In this food-crazy city, there IS an alternative, just one more subject for a November haiku . . .

Walking on Broadway,
this way, then that, with never
a wind at my back.


Bagels rise, tempting
lips, puffing hips, pleasures of
the tongue, like smoke rings.


Kitchen holiday
gobble-gobbles in Gotham:
Thanksgiving takeout!


Next-table talk: Who
takes care of her kids while she’s
taking care of theirs?


Winter’s bite so slight
it might still seem fall till gusts
draw tears and ice ears.

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