Walking
So, you like bad boys?
Those men who disregard rules
like the “Don’t Walk” light?
At my age, I think I have finished with most of the ‘bravado’ bads:
I’ve eaten too much, drunk too much, climbed the fire escape to the roof, jumped from a cliff, skinny dipped in cold water, played hide and seek in the cemetery at night, driven waay too fast (a few times ;), snuck into the movies and clubs, and eaten some of my sister’s Halloween candies.
Now, I show my wild and untameable spirit by crossing against the light, and wearing a three-day beard to the office.
If that’s what makes me “Bad”, I am guilty.
Missed Connections are filled with good, bad and crossing-against-the-light-haiku. Did you write one? Did you find one? Before you decide to break the law (or the rules of polite company), email the link to Lovelorn Poets! We’ll preserve those sneakily-spirited-syllables for all eternity.
