Zen class...
the rectangular shape
of blue skies
the humming
of an air conditioner—zazen
between
the ticking of the clock...
scent of Chanel
fleeting clouds
at an autumn sunset
why zazen?
November/December 2010 issue of Sketchbook
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
