ten-right ticket
what did you say? she yells
first falling petal
a boy pokes his head
out the window, shouting chink
summer heat
sometimes, you people
the officer stares at me
withered stalks
the judge delivers
arguments about racism
snow on snow
December 2010 issue of Taj Mahal Review
A Room of My Own: Wind-Spun Petals Haiku
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wind-spun petals
*go back where you came from*
brayed down the block
FYI: This haiku is a prequel to mine below:
the zigzag path
of a yellow maple leaf ....
