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Friday, November 7, 2014

My Dream Is a Private Myth, A Haibun

The sound of gunshots wakens me on this May Day, my twelfth since emigrating to Canada. I look out the window and see a yellow bird falling from the sky. It flaps then glides, flaps then glides as it descends. Is this a sign that the rest of my life will be spent immobile in this promised land for a chosen people? Suddenly, a twinge in my heart.

to stay or not to stay ...
maple leaves shimmering
in the breeze

Haiku Canada Review, 8:2, October 2014