like a newlywed standing by her wooden mailbox,
like a hungry spider lurking in its dewy net,
like a spring seed breathing under heavy snow,
with fixed attention I’ve been looking
at the end of the winding road
where He is supposed to emerge
winter twilight
between the pages of Job
a wooden cross
Haibun Today, 9:1, March 2015
Butterfly Dream: Shift Change Haiku by Ignatius Fay
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*English Original*
shift change
fried chicken and exhaust
on the warm breeze
*DailyHaiga*, 10 January 2017
Ignatius Fay
*Chinese Translation (Traditiona...