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    haikupoet.com
    the haiku blog of paul david mena

    Monday, January 31, 2005



     —
    a stranger
    sees right through me

     

    Sunday, January 30, 2005



    a waste
    of a sunny day —
    my daughter joins the army

     

    Friday, January 28, 2005



    subway serenade —
    the golden man’s
    fake violin

     

    Saturday, January 22, 2005



    crowded subway car —
    the smell of alcohol
    on a stranger’s breath

     

    Friday, January 21, 2005


    Mary took this photo for Subway Serenade, but at the time I had no haiku to accompany it. I’m still not sure that this attempt distinguishes itself from the photo enough to be a worthy complement, but I offer it nonetheless.

     —
    a lunch date
    with the pigeons

     

    Tuesday, January 18, 2005

    From the soon to be famous series...



    Cambridge side street —
    I know a short cut
    but this isn’t it

     

    Thursday, January 06, 2005


    Ever since Mary and I visited England in 2000 I’ve been trying to write a haiku worthy of one of my favorite songs.

    Waterloo Station —
    I’m almost surprised
    not to hear music


    and a silly four-liner, more of a sentence fragment than a haiku:

    yes I know
    my favorite song
    is about
    a subway station


    To paraphrase Love Story, "haiku means never having to say you’re finished"...

     

    Sunday, January 02, 2005


    guarding the streets of Boston —
    a flock of pigeons