Excerpted from one of my favorite novels, Trout Fishing in America by Richard Brautigan, ©1967:
Seventeen years later I sat down on a rock. It was under a tree next to an old abandoned shack that had a sheriff’s notice nailed like a funeral wreath to the front door.
4/17 OF A HAIKU
I remember reading an interview with singer/songwriter Kris Kristofferson, and he said that he was always impressed with the Roger Miller song, The Last Word in “Lonesome” is “Me.” He said he could have looked at that word his whole life and never noticed that.
That’s also what I love about Richard Brautigan. I would never have noticed that “No Trespassing” could be read as a partial haiku. Now I’ll never forget it.