Haiku from Pen and Paper Workshop

Bus maps, swapp'd away;
Swapp'd in: flowchart-style now,
Geographies gone.

Trapp'd on King Edward,
Babe in mother's arms, screaming.
Mother, herself trapp'd.

All praise be to angst!
That "sweet" torment, addictive
to far too many.

Reservation's made
to share some newish poems
at next week's meeting.