In exile, this black daylight, can I knock on a wall of silence to make the sound of protest?
in my throat
words just well up...
shrill of cicadas
Will the sky hold my thoughts? Looking out the window, I see a paper bag floating in the wind.
Haibun Today, 6:2, June 2012
Butterfly Dream: Crack of Dawn Haiku by Neal Whitman - *English Original* crack of dawn scrambled eggs with ranch hands all heads down Texas Poetry Calendar, 2017 Neal Whitman *Chinese Translation (Trad...