a bitter wind
after the inauguration
the white fence
between my neighbor and me
three feet higher
I peep through gaps in the fence
and see ... what do I see?
A dream house made up of words
and a neon sign on its roof,
flashing "Americans First."
I can't live in this promised land anymore.
The land is polluted by drunken words.
And the milk is sour, the honey tasteless.
Haibun Today, 11:2, June 2017
Poetic Musings: Spring Day Mural Haiku by Chen-ou Liu
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*For Earth Day Reflections*
spring day mural:
green paint sprayed across the wall
behind leafless trees
*NeverEnding Story*, March 21, 2024
Chen-ou Liu
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