For my monologue, I crafted five haikus about Baruch, its neighborhood, and me.
I see dogs around
And I say hello to them
As leaves fall to ground.
The crisp wind whistles
Flip flop flip flop, go my shoes
Don’t ask about it.
Flowers fade in place
Crap all over the sidewalk
And yet – I am home.
The birds have gone south
And yet I remain in place.
I ain’t got no wings.
Bernard Baruch – bronze
And yet chilling on a bench.
Afterlife? Not too bad.