I slice my sorrow,
pickle the cutlets,
and closet them in a jar.
When hungry,
I'll have a slice
with pinot noir.
Winter 2009 issue of Concise Delight
Butterfly Dream: Last Goodbye Haiku by Laryalee Fraser
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*English Original*
the distance
light reflects ...
his last goodbye
*A Hundred Gourds*, 3:1, December 2013
Laryalee Fraser
*Chinese Translation (Tradi...
