Poetry

MUC

A lonely contrail
moonlit against winter night
cleaves the sky in two

[MUC = Munich Airport]

Trio

Sitting in a train
U6 to Garching-Hochbrück
bored out of my skull
Wondering how to
transform a malformed poem
into a haiku...
CRACK!!!
I turn my head to
see what happened. A small girl's
balloon exploded.

Disappointment

The bird, of what species I don't know, swims hopefully toward me.
But: "Das Füttern von Fischen und Wasservögeln ist untersagt."

Besides --  I have no bread anyway.