A Haiku

There is a certain kind of urban traffic that I should be grateful for, based on the services provided. But…I’m just not.


Chasing criminals
And transporting fresh organs
Hush, helicopter


2 thoughts on “A Haiku

    • Ha! I prefer to think that they are. It’s sort of the same as assuming every bad driver on the road merely is trying to get to the hospital to see his child being born. It excuses the behavior. Better an organ transport than a news helicopter, or worse, a tourist. So, to me, every helicopter is a liver, kidney, and heart taxi. Don’t get any viscera on you, Rachel! Keep your eye on the sky!

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