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: 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 ...
