So I was discussing Haiku with the train conductor

Yes, I showed the train conductor the Haiku poems I was working on.

He was walking up the aisles, preparing for the final stop on the line when he did a double take and stared at me.

"I thought chu were gonna stab me which yor pen!"

"No, I was sounding out syllables.... I can't believe I was about to tell you this. Never mind."

"Wha? Wha?" He walks over to my bench and looks over my shoulder.

Now I'm done for. "I'm writing a Haiku about Sudoku. Do you remember Haiku from English class?"

"Yeah, yeah" as he starts to read what I wrote:

Hurry line up one

through nine in boxes and rows

before my stop comes.

"I have a friend who is doing these and..." this is sounding bizarre. And now I'm plotting to kill her. Even though we haven't met in person, yet.

Then he reads another I wrote in honor of Norm,

One day may we find

acceptance for all of us

With love, hope and peace.

"So you gonna go home tonight and make dinner for yor hubby right?" he asks. He looks like he is hatching a plan.

"No, he works late. I'm making dinner for the kids."

His look clearly conveyed I wasn't getting this. "You need to write one of them poems for yor husband so he'll come home early!" he winks.

That particular Haiku will be a private one. But in honor of tonight's train conductor:

Who knew a train fare

would lead to poetry talks

and lovers' advice

Yup, more haikus for Leslie's Haiku Buckaroo contest. Come on. You know you want to enter. You've got until August 10th to do it. And you don't need a blog. You can send it to her via email. So all you lurkers, make Leslie happy.