alone on the shore ...
the sound of winter winds
playing a foghorn
enters the mist
of my immigrant past
Atlas Poetica, 29, 2017
A Room of My Own: Coal-Soot Haze Haiku
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*No More Fairy Tales*, XLIX
coal-soot haze hangs
over a field of farmhouses
*Four More Years* crooked
FYI: This haiku could be read as a sequel to mine b...
