I stare at the ellipses
at the end of a life story
etched in a borrowed tongue
they speak of falling
into spaces untold and foreign
strike me with their longing
The Cherita, 2:5, October 2018
A Room of My Own: Halo Haiku
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this halo
around the harvest moon ...
lottery day
FYI: This could be read as a prequel to my senryu below:
soup kitchen
a gray-haired man scratching
his ...