short day
slithering to
dark night. time keeps pushing
every one to sleep six feet
under.
does it matter to anyone?
if you stay napping in
the dirt? short day.
long night.
CANADIAN STORIES, Vol. 12, No. 67, 2009.
Butterfly Dream: Cold Front Haiku by Martha Magenta
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*English Original*
cold front
on the wall between us
a slow growth of moss
Troutswirl, The Haiku Foundation, May 2019
Martha Magenta
*Chinese Translati...