Wilhelm Cortez with a palpable haiku about street corners, shaving and choice.
Editor’s Note: You can feel the gray street corner, the metal clanging, the pull of an individual hair, the slow pace of life while the world outside rages on. This haiku is an absolute gem. There are no wasted words — even the first period is a purposeful effort to slow the reader down. Feel the pluck, the calm, the cars pass. This is a haiku from someone who sees what others are too busy to notice. That is to say, this is an example of the best kind of haiku.
Street corner pluck shave.
Big spring loaded paper clip
his razor of choice.