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haibun poem 2

Silent Night, Silent Day

Haibun Something in the way she drives. Her left hand, turned up, turned down, on and off the steering wheel. Her steely eyes, centered on the road. The 40 MPH sprints on the side...

back to school poem 0


Haibun Poem   The oatmeal with sliced banana has a spongy texture. Each warm spoonful spreads across my tongue. Outside the open back door, a lone bird sings, and then is silent. Breakfast done,...