Haiku Freight Train #9: Spring

Trees begin to bloom

blue bags which compliment

your daffodils.

Haiku Freight Train #8: Apology

Mallory loaned me

poems in a spring parking lot

near ten years ago.

Haiku Freight Train #7: Factory

My friend Michael lives

on a street whose history

is a pile of bricks.

Haiku Freight Train #6: Religion

Not an atheist,

I'll sit quiet now and then,

call it religion.

Haiku Freight Train #5: Coffee

Afternoon coffee

on an overcast Sunday,

cat sleeps on my lap.

Haiku Freight Train #4: Skull

Only once did I

hear the sound of a shovel

hit a living skull.

Haiku Freight Train #3: Waking

Overnight clouds closed

us in, rivers broke their banks,

claustrophobic.

Haiku Freight Train #2: Recipe

"Antidepressants

and a stick of gum", she said.

"Everything's alright."

Haiku Freight Train #1: Foreshadowing

I just got another

burial insurance email.

It seems sinister.

Third Annual Haiku Freight Train.

And so again this March and April I will couple a dozen or so American Haiku with photos of a freight train because, well, I don't know anymore. For some reason I get stopped at crossings with a camera in February, and with a bit of a thaw begin writing haiku in March. Unfortunately, this time the camera was my phone, so the images blur. Fortunately, railroad graffiti has become more popular. As for the quality of the poetry, who knows, but there will be a new one every few days beginning tomorrow. Cheers.