Angels have the phone box

Struggling the last couple of days to come up with anything worth putting on here. I have tried writing about the everyday but keep coming back to the same themes:

Haiku #1

star-crossed teenagers,
grew up disillusioned to
find their dreams were dust

promised happiness,
always around the corner
or living next door

I was wondering what would have happened had Romeo and Juliet lived. I might be a little cynical about teenage love affairs…

Haiku #2

8.50 city bound
express straight to you – waiting
with love in your eyes

Haiku #3

car alarms ringing
distant freeway traffic hums
- suburbs never sleep

When I wake in the morning with the first plane flying over my house and the hum of the traffic on the freeway at the end of my street I am amazed by just how noisy the suburbs are at 5.00 am. Birdsong is not waking me at the moment and I miss it already.