This afternoon, I was sitting
alone by the window,
looking out at the maple's branches
gracefully swaying in the breeze.
Out of nowhere, I felt
the stab of a memory:
you waving me goodbye.
I balanced
on that memory,
the universe hanging
on the branches.
May, 2009 issue of Word Catalyst
Butterfly Dream: Wild Bluebells Haiku by Marion Clarke
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*English Original*
washing windows
the wild bluebells
bluer
Marion Clarke
*Chinese Translation (Traditional)*
清洗窗戶
野生的風信子
看起來更藍
*Chinese Translation (...