Five Friday haiku.

Wrote a few haiku outside the Greek food festival yesterday.
Perched myself right on the side of the steps and whipped out the notebook I keep in my purse at all times.
{Only felt a little weird that it wasn't the Official Orange Haiku/Tanka Notebook I usually write it, but somehow worked past my anal retentiveness. If I had a therapist, I'm sure this would be something he/she would commend me for.}

But I digress, here are the five of them:

Belly full of Greek
food, rich in its tradition,
tastes like motherland.

Balloons blue and white
flutter in the wind so free -
a celebration.

Stained-glass reflecting
majestically on a wall
simple abstract art.

Ant crawling on me
like some sort of super-sized
amusement park thrill.

Building of broken
bricks sitting like a fortress
home for the homeless.

{P.S.: I ate three grape leaves, spanakopita and baklava, in that order, all by myself. And yes, it was as exquisite as I expected.}