I’ve written about Haiku for You a couple of times, and now I finally submitted my own anecdote for them to do their haiku magic on (how it works: you give them a couple of paragraphs of your story and they come up with a picture and poem). I always prefer the personal ones, like There can be no rest or Fear is a restraint so … I didn’t do that. It’s about the writers strike. Because pencils are futile, but a haiku you can take to the bank.
You can see the whole story here.