Dammit, November!
Who sucked the light from the sky?
Who drained the degrees?

Pedal through the cold.
It beats waiting for the bus.
It beats standing still.

Frost covers dead leaves.
Will it melt in the bright sun?
Will it disappear?

Thousand-year-old books
prove impossible to read;
classic, but musty.

Barely teenagers,
these kiddos like to act tough.
I am not impressed.

Controller in hand,
impossible Mario
frustrates the player.

Istanbul, Turkey…
Should I stay there seven nights?
One thousand and one?

Three courses of food:
salad, chicken, and dessert.
Delicious? Of course!