New York haiku

[avram]

Over in the comment section of Teresa’s haiku entry people are having themselves a little haiku-fest, writing about their home cities. Here are my contributions:

After winter’s wrath,
Trains rattle briskly along
Beneath snowbound streets.

Smoked salmon’s nova.
Only the connoisseurs know:
Lox is brine-pickled.

Guns strictly controlled,
Abortion rights protected —
New York’s G.O.P.

If you’re a black man
Don’t show the cops your wallet;
Forty-one reasons.

City asks question:
What should replace Twin Towers?
Eight million answers.