Here’s one that came to me watching on the London Underground. I always watch people and love the idea of writing a series of little haiku- like verses about all the things I see. I carry a notebook with me to jot down words. So far this is all I’ve done, but maybe it will grow.
Beneath the overhanging armpits
On the London Underground
A woman reads her Koran.
Soaking up the prophet's words
A small oasis, brimful of sweet water.