The interest rate
Sprouts from a baby acorn
To a mighty oak.
Global supply chains,
Like dammed rivers halted by
Furious beavers.
A new moon each month
Quietly quitting the sky
Like millennials.
The bond market’s in
Utter shambles— So too our
Bond with mother earth.
Mountain bluebirds and
Elon Musk seize attention
With the same call: Tweet.
Your 401K?
Closer to 0K. Gone.
A fading sunset.
Inflation affects
Everything. This haiku now has
Eighteen syllables.