Thursday, September 14, 2017

An unpleasant haiku

Approaching my hand
to my nose, I realized 
it smelled like garbage.

– Leonard Blumfeld (© 2017)

The truth and nothing but. When that occurred just now, I remembered that I’d taken some plastic trash to the dumpster during the walk I’d just returned from. I must have made contact with the dumpster when throwing the bag in the square hole. Not to worry – I washed my hands thoroughly before writing this down.