the second tanka in the sequence about diasporic experiences
Mom once said
foreign moon bigger
than ours...
the harvest moon hangs high
between Pacific shores
Atlas Poetica, 15, 2013
A Room of My Own: Oriole Song Haiku
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hiking alone
I'm lost except for
oriole song
FYI: This is a sequel to my haiku below:
the scent
of dappled sunlight
redwood hike
*Autumn Moon Haiku Jour...
