Abandoned haiku blog

My door open, but
the rooms are empty, thoughts like
forgotten relics.

Unemployed Christmas

Can days be merry
and bright? Jobs – like ornaments –
fragile, out of reach.

Driving kids to camp

Flat mapped names turn in-
to forested hills, roads wind
towards adventure.

Not among the 6%

“Let’s go to the beach!”
One kid, online, shrugs as the
other keeps texting.

“In a typical week, only 6 percent of children ages nine to thirteen play outside on their own.”
from The Option of Urbanism: Investing in a New American Dream by Christopher B. Leinberger

Heat wave breaks

Rumbles of thunder
promise that soon fat raindrops
will bring refreshment.

Senior Ball

Formally over
twelve years of learning to look
good on this one night.

Prom date

Deciding who to
take like negotiating
Mideast peace treaty.

Study hall

The play was about
them. His unrequited love
her indifference.

Online life on the line

He sent sensitive
documents to a stranger
thinking it was me.

Hard Rock Cafe, Niagara Falls

All around it, the
town is dead. Pity the poor
taken investors.