Summer wind blows dust
through the rusty shopping cart
piled with tumbleweeds.
Notes: This shopping cart of tumbleweeds made an impression on me a few months ago when I saw it next to the highway. I found it in my notes this morning, and it became the basis of today's poem. Although this haiku veers from the tradition of a serene natural image, it holds with the custom of incorporation a season. (And, after all, tumbleweeds are part of nature, even when they're in a shopping cart!)