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: Hawker Haiku by Bob Lucky
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*English Original*
neon-lit evening
the thud-thud of a hawker
pounding papaya
*Blithe Spirit*, 30:1, 2020
Bob Lucky ...
