In the most bizarre fashion,
I’m mourning for a log.
Once the king of the trees,
the tallest among them all,
it’s branches majestically reaching toward the sun,
Now landed on ground, in chunks and pieces.
I never knew him personally-
we would only exchange polite smiles
while we passed each other in the park
- but he was always generous,
always sharing his prosperity with passers-by.
In the most ridiculous fashion,
an elegy for a log.

They say it takes a village
to raise a child
I’m skeptical.
After all,
humans are innately selfish.
And I can get all the love I need from my biological parents.
But Alex’s mother takes me home from school,
And Coach Rod gives me ten extra push-ups for talking during practice-
tough love, he says
Mrs. Nobil takes me Black Friday Shopping
(the one retail experience my mom refuses)
Senor Rolando, who lives next door
shows me his vinyl records
and teaches me Spanish in small snippets of conversation.
They say it takes a village
to raise a child,
and I agree.

How could I ever
Fully describe anything
In a short haiku?