3 Haiku. 1 Purple Poem

At the end of a meal

imaginary Basho

sits with me and writes

The waiter cleans up

He crumples the table cloth

The crowd talks loudly

At the end of the meal

imaginary Basho

holds my hand, we write

Perhaps all colors are not created equal.

Unfair as it may sound, I like one color best.

Right now I'm feeling a bit blue.

Putting my mood aside, I think of purple.

Life feels better when I wear purple.

Every color has its time, but purple is for always.