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
Butterfly Dream: Late Autumn Haiku by Rachel Sutcliffe - *English Original* shorter days autumn deepens underfoot *Beyond Words*, 2018 Rachel Sutcliffe *Chinese Translation (Traditional)* 較短的日子 腳下的秋意 漸濃 *Ch...