walking through this snowstorm
the memories of summer
slowly fade away

not writing down a haiku
before going to bed likely
results in forgetting it

the future never happens.
we are destined to
repeat past mistakes

taxi drivers unable to
reproduce - the perfect
natural selection

mail (lack of) service.
i don't even get my
credit card bills anymore

play pretending.
interest, emotion, conscious,
care, knowledge, life

maybe cycling in the night
has become a kind
of meditation for me

pushed the bike
through the door, seconds
before it started to rain

parading. showing off. attracting.
a street full of beauty,
packed in designer clothes.

world of haste
even the leaves
are faster than me