jornales

for a moment of joy or moments no one pays for, i give myself a ‘jornal’. this makes me rich. try it.

single haiku (not proficient, the song I used to hear, the train creeps away)

not proficient 

with birdsong 

a plane arriving

 

the song I used to hear

swish-swash 

of a bamboo broom

 

the train creeps away

the hours emptying 

the houses

 

bones 17, July 15, 2019 (journal of contemporary haiku)

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July 31, 2019 - Posted by | Uncategorized

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