On The Fast Track

Stepping onto train,
picked leaflet from off the floor
-think future career!

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Dropping Haikus

De-trained at Boylston,
Temperatures dropped steeply
-fourteen blocks to walk.

Beth saw it clearly,
He stole from the register
-called to drop a dime.

Letter said goodbye,
After ten months of dating
-tossed it, went dancing.

Victory at hand,
Superbowel glory within reach
-quarterback fumbles.

A friend in college,
They had shared many good times
-no returned email.

Sure of her footing,
She lifted the plates and turned
-floor needs to be swept.

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One Single Impression: Dropped

Murphy's Haiku #58

Staff meeting at nine,
Trolley service running late
-detrained at park street.

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Family Commute

On the morning train,
Small girl plays puppets with mom
-foxes and rabbits.

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Daily Crawl

Appointment at nine,
Trolley moves at sluggish pace
-morning traffic jam.

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One Single Impression

Post Holiday Blues

Holidays over,
Taking slow train into town
-new year, same routine.

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Murphy's Haiku # 45

On evening train,
I saw Rhinos out window
-then woke at last stop.

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Murphy's Haiku #35

Loaded down with bags,
I finally got a seat
-train then re-routed!

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NaPoWriMo #4

The train is leaving
As I come up to the stop
-guess it's time to fly.

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NaPoWriMo #3

In A Rush?
Mass Transit plays
Three Train Monty with schedules
-we sweat time fragments.

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Ah, The Morning Grind!

Coffee mates
By Edward S. Gault

First thing in the morning
I get out of bed and straight to the bathroom.
Then it‘s time to start on the coffee.
Many mornings my daughter wants to help-
So I go to the crib and get her out
I go through the whole procedure
Of grinding the beans and brewing them
-One handed, as she inspects the work;
Always wanting to reach
Into the bag, to get one bean
And drops it into the grinder,
Like a little Juanita Valdez
-And I’m her burro.
My wife says we’re coffee mates.
After my shower, I’m running late as usual
My wife pours coffee
Into both the travel mug and thermos
It should be just about enough
She complains that I don’t
Leave her enough first generation coffee
And that I overfill the tank
Spilling water all over the place.
On my way out, I grab a tie off the rack
And stuff it into my jacket pocket,
So that I can put it on
-once I am on the T.
I grab the books
Due at the library two days ago
(These fines are really cutting
Into the coffee budget!)
My daughter sets my shoes before me.
They’re half her size at twenty months,
Still, she manages to pick them up
And carry them over
And watches as I struggle to get them on
Without actually bending over
To untie them (In under 10 seconds).
I fly down the stairs, and then look up to see
My wife is holding her
as she opens and closes her hand.
When I get to the station
I realize-
I forgot the travel mug.



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