It’s another set of haiku created out of observation. (Haiku in bad form, the first one, is here…) When I’m writing in coffee shops, waiting in airports, or wandering cities I keep my eyes open, and often I’m struck with the desire to create. So yeah, here are these!

It’s a shame to see
you just run away like this
with my purse and phone

Little girl, so small,
waiting, patient, and quiet,
while mom leaves to smoke.

I think it’s his smile,
or his eyes, maybe his wit,
or perhaps his bum.

There’s no way to know
if this goes poorly or well,
but life requires risk.

I can give you love,
or I can give you money–
I’ve no time for both.

Breath does not come cheap.
Each inhale, each exhale costs
time and energy.