She Can’t See It: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

Shopping carts lined up/
in a row, in the Spring rain./
Costco urban art.

He’d Waited For The Interurban: Revolutionary Blogging Rhyming Poem

A guy drove by/
and said “Oh my!”/
“I’ve always admired/
this urban art,/
but never conspired/
nor taken part!”/

“Now I have,”
(said he),
“And it’s rad/
to finally see/
such working creativity!”

And I heard him say/
as he drove away:
“Merry Christmas!
It was fast,
but you made my day
and a memory that will last!”

Urbane Urban Art: Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku

Urbane urban art,/
like wired shoes spinning in the/
wind, is where you look.
OR

Wired shoes spin in wind./
Urbane urban art is where/
you find it, moonlit.