the SEPTA haiku

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every day for the month of january 2008, as part of the artclash collective’s fun-a-day project, i wrote a haiku about a stranger i saw on the subway. i wanted it to capture the experiences i have each morning - sometimes poignant, sometimes silly, sometimes just irritating or confusing, but always brief, impressionistic, and distinct. we ignore the communion of shared space - convention is to ignore the people traveling with you and i feel i can learn so much from the people i’m near, even if we never share a word.

i’m sharing words. seventeen syllables at a time.

i’m going to see if i can keep this up for the year - maybe not every day, but close to it. thanks for stopping by, and try to pay attention in your own worlds.
May 22
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a tourist with a
southern drawl asks, “does this thing
go any faster?”
May 21
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“let me off,” she cries,
turns, announces, “i’m going…
to the HOSPITAL!”
May 20
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“yo,” she says gruffly,
and offers the young mother
a place to sit down.
May 19
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taking a new line
is like visiting a new
city. i get lost.
May 18
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the man brings a full
picnic aboard, and leaves a
whole trash mound behind.
May 17
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there’s no polite way
to tell her i see her weave,
so i hold my tongue.
May 16
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two women, spaced by
forty years, hold a long talk
on an aloe plant.
May 15
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no number of signs
will teach people to step down
to leave the trolley.
May 14
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he changes seats like
musical chairs, no seatmate
good enough for him.
May 13
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she rushes in front
of me to board, then takes her
time getting inside.
May 12
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i have terrible
etiquette; i wrap my arm
around the hand bar.
May 11
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i never knew how
to keep talking ‘til i heard
them discuss nothing.
May 10
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“i’m getting off soon,”
she explains, and holds ground for
thirty city blocks.
May 09
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his dirty look is
perfection. his space is more
valuable than ours.