mr.turschmann:
the crowded subway / so many yet all unknown / my dog comes with me
mr.turschmann:
coffee fuels as / sun shines on morning platform / my spirits lifted
mr.turschmann:
crisp air on my face / embracing city’s white noise / as I glide through time
mr.turschmann:
on the avenue / a two wheeled freedom machine / runs down it’s shadow
mr.turschmann:
staleness of routine/ screeching wheels escort me on / the long trek to work
mr.turschmann:
the path is crowded / strolling through pigeons in flight / I stop not for them
mr.turschmann:
a building once stood / disappearing inch by inch / one day i noticed
mr.turschmann:
what threads shall I wear / as leaves fall on tree lined streets / slippers and hoodies
mr.turschmann:
catching morning sun / watch the checkered shadows fall / on urban canvas
mr.turschmann:
budding leaves and worms / awaken life from slumber / fisherman’s dinner (urban haiku @mr.turschmann)
mr.turschmann:
peddles are churning / I glide through crisp morning air / watching for potholes (urban haiku @mr.turschmann
mr.turschmann:
an unsung hero / patrols the morning commute / comforting to know (haiku by @mr.turschmann)
mr.turschmann:
stop and take a look / amazing street performer / drop a buck, walk on
mr.turschmann:
pent up energy / sealed inside metal cocoon / waiting to release
mr.turschmann:
tell me, where’s the boss? / stone pony or stadium / which way shall I go?
mr.turschmann:
strangers crossing paths / reflecting different worlds / yet so similar
mr.turschmann:
dog taking a ride / by stroller and mass transit / commuters best friend
mr.turschmann:
master, wait for us / sand beneath the little paws / summer bracelets sold
mr.turschmann:
underground concert / rockin the subway platform / bills fall, train arrives
mr.turschmann:
capturing oneself / the late summer cityscape / provides the backdrop.
mr.turschmann:
autumn streets bustling / street lights present deep shadows / and angels appear.
mr.turschmann:
subway tunnel’s heat / cooler sun drenched streets above / long strides lead the way
mr.turschmann:
this is our turf / heat rising from subway grates / gangs of city ledges
mr.turschmann:
on washington street / butterfly bushes bloom and / summers thirst is quenched
mr.turschmann:
swirling summer breeze / compliment twirling dancers / lighting up the night
mr.turschmann:
strut city pigeons / feathers rustling, eyes alert / but give way to rig
mr.turschmann:
waiting for a ride / mundane thoughts accompany / screeching steel arrives
mr.turschmann:
thunderstorms passing / street reflections remaining / so clear yet fading
mr.turschmann:
smooth, fluid movement / adapts to the city’s hot / unbending terrain
mr.turschmann:
FULL REFLECTION…… haiku - summer streets reflect / where sidewalk meets the mirror / life’s exhibition
