night deepening . . .
family, home, and house
embodied
in one Chinese word, Jia,
murmured in my attic room
Hundred Gourds, 1:4,2012
Poetic Musings: Dry Creekbed Haiku by Chuck Brickley
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dry creekbed
the gleam of a bullet shell
the only sound
*Earthshine*, 2017
Chuck Brickley
Commentary: L1 sets the scene and mood while the use of synesthe...