New York haiku, vol. 5

With winter and the holidays coming, here is the latest installment in this series of short takes from a non-New Yorker living and learning in New York:

Cut and bound for sale,

fir trees catch snow, savoring

one last sip of life.

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Sirens rend the night.

“In time you’ll get used to them.”

But what if we don’t?

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The etiquette of

elevators begins with

a push-button smile.

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Subway tip: Enter

here to exit at stairwell

seven stops uptown.

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My editor eyes

can’t help but see each day: “We

Have Shipping Box’s.”