New York haiku, Vol. 6

Laura and Yuri, in our NYC apartment, before a night on the town.

Here’s another batch of New York haiku. One is the latest in a series about people we’ve met in the city. Others came from a tour of the Natural History Museum during a recent visit from our son Yuri and daughter-in-law Laura.

By the way, Monique and I walked to a late service last night at St. Michael's Church, a hidden gem on Amsterdam Avenue. On the way we noticed that Christmas trees on the sidewalks of Broadway were on sale at $19.99. Just days ago they ran $100-$200.

Merry Christmas!

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In dino haiku

strothiosaurus altus

devours syllables.

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Wine sale dilemma:

‘This one’s three bucks!’ ‘Imagine

what it must taste like.’

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Ripped from Earth toward

gravity’s pull, the moon left

an ocean to fill.

Or, debris roved space

till Earth sucked it into orbit

many moons ago.

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Herb’s gift to us is

spicy soup, hawked in basso

till spoon scrapes bottom.

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Stuffed animals

glassed into idyllic nature

still draw brief glances.

Buffalo behind glass at New York's Natural History Museum.