Haiku Written at a Railroad Crossing.

Twenty-three tankers

and a boxcar. I haven't

seen you since July.

Lots

All these vacant lots,

hardly anyone around

who will remember.

Good News, Bad News, he said.

Dave came in this morning

to tell me he heard my name

on the news, so he turned.

I was dead or 

had killed somebody.

He couldn't remember, but

I should look into it to see

what I've been up to.

As it stands, I'm not

answering my phone today.

I'm not sure

what's going on

except

I seem to have some

explaining to do.