All poems

hello to myself
from the far distant future
at the end you die

Haiku

the Highline has changed
guarded by awkward buildings
replaced the wall arts

trails lined out the park
transformed history to life
wasteland to heaven

a strange meter
some weird shaped architecures
marked the new Highline

Tanka

a walkpath in sky
paved by abandoned rail trails
decorated by plants
in the heart of the city
disguised as long missed nature

Orchid, my best friend and only
Companion at home lively.
Staying with me, rain or sunny,
Showing its best beauty for me. 

I don't know the smell of orchid
And think nature must have cheated.
It is too challenging to find
A smell matches that of the divined. 

Unlike roses or camellia. 
Orchid needn't academia. 
With unique shades like butterflies
Born to be recalled by all eyes. 

They survives with just a little
Water, sunshine, space on table.
Making no noise in a meeting,
Need not care and never boring. 

Flowers wither, animals die.
Orchid stays pretty to goodbye. 
Leaving me pieces of dry petal,
Filling with vigor and mettle.

Another hour shall I sleep.
No one would know who is in office.
Pretend online screen on I keep,
And make a coffee with no fuss. 

Eleven o'clock I start routine
To scan through emails of nonsense.
Just mark conversations as seen,
Finished, my morning round of pretence.

I cook my lunch with Audible.
Relax, I shall restore my energy.
Delicious meal to make I am capable.
Eat while connected VC no one would see.

To follow lunch I shall nap,
Digesting, I am sleepy.
Awaken by a bug to fix asap,
Why broken now, why me?

With sweat and curse I fix the mess.
Now time for afternoon tea.
With cookie I pass rest of day with bless.
Congratulate myself with whiskey.

No one could see how I wasted time in Chrome.
A lovely day, working from home.

Flights connected with bus, Niseko I arrived. 
Legendary mountains, winter wonderland. 
Bathed off tiredness, in onsen I revived. 
Old style homestay, with Kaiseki at hand. 

Fellow travelers filled in two styles buffet.
Early birds would get best snows of the day. 
Like minded crowded in bus that led to dream's bay. 
Powder snows and famous views on the way. 

Warm and cozy I sat in gondola. 
Chilled on lifts before I praised the comfort. 
Put on gears after a bar of granola.
Taking deep breath, arming in the mountains. 

Skid on ice at peak of double diamond trail. 
With embrassment and fear I stopped myself. 
Under eyes of worries I adjusted, went pale. 
Dying by icy snow is humor itself. 

Soon, snows were unmasked, and powders danced. 
Winds celebrated with a jump of the board. 
Flying in the air, and riding on clouds. 
Famous shall match its name, legends accord.