autumn afternoon—
an empty shopping cart
waits at the bus stop
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Alexa Selph
Alexa Selph is a native Atlantan, where she works as a freelance book editor and teaches poetry in the adult education program at Emory University. Her poems have been published in Poetry, Smartish Pace, Hummingbird and Modern Haiku, among others.
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I reckon the shopping cart belongs to a regular shopper who used the cart just to get to the bus stop. A homeless person rarely ditches their cart or bags.
It's a really good atmospheric haiku partly because there's a story behind every empty cart, including mine. ;-)
fall bus stop
coffee steam rises
in the twilight
Very nice, Alexa. I like how you leave us hanging. What's going to happen? Are these the last days of a homeless person's life?
moving on—
the bag lady heaps her life
into a shopping cart
I reckon the shopping cart belongs to a regular shopper who used the cart just to get to the bus stop. A homeless person rarely ditches their cart or bags.
It's a really good atmospheric haiku partly because there's a story behind every empty cart, including mine. ;-)
Alan
bus stop
only
fallen leaves
much love
gillena
shopping carts
lashed against
imaginary storms
shopping carts
lashed against
invisible storms