Haiku for the Twenty Hundreds:
Signs of the Times

Paul McLaughlin

Quads, not snowmobiles,
Leave tracks in roadside ditches.
Winter is over.


A cell-phone question
from the next aisle at Safeway:
Organic apples?


Lonely together,
They cruise the streets in his Porsche:
Each plays a Discman.

Alone together:
A forest path, two runners,
Two Discman players


His lawyer protests,
"My client is innocent!"
so we think he's not.

His lawyer doesn't
claim his client's innocent,
so we're sure he's not.


Three hundred e-mails!
How can I answer them all?
I can't; I shut down.