Saturday, December 13, 2014

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.


Sirens rend the night.
“In time you’ll get used to them.”
But what if we don’t?


The etiquette of
elevators begins with
a push-button smile.


Subway tip: Enter
here to exit at stairwell
seven stops uptown.


My editor eyes
can’t help but see each day: “We
Have Shipping Box’s.”

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