Haiku, the ancient form of Japanese prose, reflects a culture steeped in tradition, valuing morals and ideals passed on from countless generations to form a cohesive spiritual identity. Us, well, not so much. And while we're far more Schmidts, scrapple and Schooly D than shoguns, samurais and sake, the ties that bind us might not be as far fetched as you might think. After all, we all work with a literary eye toward the world, and there's more than one fan of Akira Kurosawa between us. So, in the spirit of international synergy and linguistic exploration, we present Doylestown through Shinto-colored glasses.
At the Maennerchor
It's 3 a.m. already?
Stumble home, my friend
Parallel parking
It perplexes so many
Just cut your wheel twice
Easy way to cross
At Ashland, Main and Green streets
Always eludes me
My rent is too high
Is it the plaque on my house?
Still, I write my check
The latest dtown
You have actually just read
Cover to cover
Think you can do better? Send us your own haikus at editor@dtownmag.com, and you might find yourself a published poet on our website next month.