a V of wild geese
soar into the sky
voices dripping with grief
drive me to walk
the rising harvest moon
weeps in silence
the cold mouth of night
utters no single word
Spring issue of Rust+Moth
Butterfly Dream: Ice-Fishing Haiku by Hilary Tann
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*English Original*
season’s end
the ice-fishing tracks
fill with water
*Upstate Dim Sum,* Spring 2022
Hilary Tann
*Chinese Translation (Traditional)*
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