4 Haiku and a Couplet Do Not a Poem Make

by Brendan Strong

Spindle branches splashed
Low sun doesn’t meet the trunks
On the motorway

Move faster slower
We brake, stop, accelerate
Between the sun beams

Blinding us with light
Like Plato’s prisoners tied
To quotidian

We might as well move
If only to not be still
While all the world spins

None of this will mean anything when we’re gone
But it’s worth it for now, in case there’s a sale on.