I’ve been out of town with limited computer access. Many thanks to Don for his active fingers and active mind. One of my travels took me to Boston and Cambridge. To my disappointment, one of my favorite stores in Cambridge had closed after years of delightful shopping. Gone, I asked an employee of a nearby store? Yes, he said, gone. Who can I blame for this loss? So I composed the following haiku, no doubt influenced by the miasmas of the Boston area:
On Creative Destruction
My favorite store closed
Must be Wal-Mart’s fault or due
To global warming
One of the virtues of this construction is its versatility. The first line could be any five syllable complaint: My knee is aching or Red Sox lose again or My basement’s leaking or Wish I had more hair.
Can you feel the consolation?
