Friday, July 30, 2010

Day 162: Again? Really?

Pigeon pugilist
Smacks me five times in the face
Birds one, girl zero

(I was walking under some scaffolding in downtown Brooklyn when a pigeon flew directly at my face, hit me repeatedly with his wings, and flew away. There were numerous witnesses. It was clearly premeditated. Oh, and for those of you keeping track at home, this is actually the second time in my life I've been hit in the head by a pigeon. I feel like a modern-day Tippi Hedren.)

Day 161: Creepy.

A large dead pigeon
Nestled in a cardboard box
Like a dreadful gift

(Did he die in mid-air and happen to fall into the box? Did someone carefully place him there, and then leave the box on the street? If so, why?)

Thursday, July 29, 2010

...And we're back!

After a brief hiatus to study for and take the New York bar exam, I am back and ready to haiku. It's not like I have a job or anything, so I'll have plenty of time (sigh). Stay tuned.

Saturday, July 17, 2010

Day 160: Common ground

They breathe the same air
Though it seems he'd rather not
Share it with the poor

Day 159: Overexposure

That is quite a skirt
I get that you're from Jersey
But cover your cooch

(I know, I mock New Jersey a lot. I'll stop when it stops being so easy.)

Friday, July 16, 2010

Day 158: It was a chihuahua

Your tattooed arms could
Wrestle a rhino but you
Cradle a puppy

Day 157: Subterranean strata

Seven coats of paint
Peel from a subway pillar
Beige to tan to green

(I'm getting the hang of taking pictures with my phone. It only took about 5 years.)

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Day 156: Raspberries

"How about this one?"
He smiles, combining two pints
Of berries for me

(There's a guy who works at the Borough Hall Greenmarket who is a shameless sweet talker. He regularly convinces me that I need more peaches and plums, because how could I possibly get through two whole days with only four plums? [He's right; I can easily eat all four before I've left the market.] Today I desperately wanted to buy raspberries as well, but decided against it because Intrepid Boyfriend and I are on a tight budget. Sensing his opportunity, Mr. Sweet Talker began to work his magic.)

Monday, July 12, 2010

Day 155: Crying fowl

Prospect Park laments
An avian genocide
For the sake of flight

(I'm not a wildlife biologist, or a jet pilot, or even a bird aficionado [see my earlier posts on pigeons]. What I am is a Brooklyn resident who loves the Park and its various creatures with naive devotion. That's why I was horrified to read that over the weekend DOA biologists descended on the Park, stuffed 400 Canada geese in crates, and carted them off to the gas chambers. It was part of an action to eliminate all geese within 7 miles of the city's airports. Was it really necessary to euthanize 400 geese that don't even leave the Park? And if this was really necessary, couldn't they at least have used the geese to feed some of the many hungry people in this city?)

Day 154: You're wearing that?

Scantily clad girls
Teeter through the Village on
Impossible shoes

(Saturday night in Greenwich Village involves a fair amount of pageantry. I'm a t-shirt and jeans kind of girl, so I find a lot of humor in the plumage employed to attract the attention of the opposite sex. Case in point: a group of young women parading down West 3rd in 4-inch heels, squealing and taking silly little Imperial China steps through waist-high piles of garbage bags. Well, the important thing is that they seemed to be having the time of their lives.)

Friday, July 9, 2010

Day 153: Sunday morning on the mews

Wives gossip under
Brightly colored kerchiefs while
Men play dominoes

Day 152: Love for Kensington

Yarmulkes, niqab,
Saris and Kente cloth meet
On Ocean Parkway

(One of the most wonderful things about my neighborhood is its diversity. As someone who grew up in a small town that was almost entirely white, I am appreciative of the opportunity to live near and interact with so many people from different backgrounds.)

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Day 151: Summer in the city

A rush of water
Pours forth from a fire hydrant
An icy respite

Day 150: Hot town

The street turns to tar
Making each step a chore and
Radiating heat

Day 149: Ah, tasty irony

We now pay 4 bucks
For berries we picked for free
When we were children

(The Borough Hall Greenmarket has exploded into a cornucopia of colorful deliciousness. I wait all year for the blackberries. I can't help but laugh a little at what we city dwellers [myself included] are willing to pay for them.)

Day 148: Chuckie sighting in Carroll Gardens

A red-haired doll head
Languishes on Henry Street
Vaguely menacing

(Remember Chuckie? If you grew up in the 1980s, between the Child's Play movies and My Buddy, you were likely put off dolls for life [and don't even get me started on the horror that was Teddy Ruxpin]. From the looks of the carnage on the Henry Street sidewalk, a local tot has finally bested the red-headed demon.)