Wednesday, September 22, 2004

Going Redder Miles an Hour

End of summer falls
on Roadrunner like an anvil—
splat! comes the autumn...



6 comments:

George Wallace said...

Ah! The very Acme of autumnal haiku!

Not to quibble (it's poetry after all), but doesn't the anvil generally miss the Roadrunner?

aum dada said...

True, true. Poetic license? Or even the roadrunner shan't elude the calendar...

George Wallace said...

Remarkable: a haiku, koan and Loony Toon all in one compact package!

Jim said...

That was cute. I've got a poem in my files some where in which I ran down the road runner while en route from Phoenix to Los Angeles . . .

Jim said...

That was cute. I've got a poem in my files some where in which I ran down the road runner while en route from Phoenix to Los Angeles . . .

aum dada said...

Jim, that poor roadrunner isn't escaping us. And I'd like to see that poem some day.