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: Hummingbird Haiku by Robert Epstein - *English Original* the heights that hummingbird attains dad’s death day Robert Epstein *Chinese Translation (Traditional)* 那隻蜂鳥 所飛達到的高度 父親的忌日 *Chinese ...