I don't know Syracuse that well, even though I'm studying here. So this haiku gave me a chance to go exploring a bit. Because I never knew the statues were there, when I went to see them I thought they were strange. Why would these statues be situated on this abandoned train stop, with cars rushing by?

Yet when I looked up articles on the statues, there are people who seem to really care about them. They give them scarves and they repaint them. I thought it was sweet. The haiku says, “This is their last stop,” but I figured maybe it's not such a fatal ending. Maybe this is a beginning, or a midpoint, and these statues are traveling, and not so alone.