What’s the deal with haikus, you ask? I think they’re a perfect poetry practice for scientific writers. One has to stuff maximum meaning in only seventeen syllables. Anyone who’s had to fit the results of a research project into a little box for a meeting abstract knows exactly what I mean. Monday was another rainy, traffic-clogged day on the bus, so it was time to write a few more haikus.
Welcome to Winter
Dark at 6 am.
Dark again at 4 pm.
The Sun? What is that?
Dead Giveaway
You can always tell
Folks just back from Hawaii:
Serious sunburns.
Too Much Time on My Hands
Killing time again.
Counting the cannabis shops
On Lake City Way.
And a more sober haiku:
There are many paths
To walk humbly with thy god.
Mass murder’s not one.
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