Morning Commute
Missed Connections in Manhattan
time
R, 39th street.
The express is departing.
A collective, “F@*k!”
Missed Connections are filled with good, bad, ugly, and guess-you’re-gonna-be-late-for-work haiku. Did you write one? Did you find one? No need to swear, just email the link to Lovelorn Poets so those carefully counted syllables can be preserved for all eternity. Juicy new haiku bits are always wanted.
