One Hundred Seventy-Ninth Entry, Coronavirus Poetry Diary
first warm day
of this pandemic winter
my niece
sings her song with each slap
of a beaded jump rope
Added: One Hundred Eightieth Entry
a surge of wind
social distance between me
and an unmasked white man
Added: One Hundred Eighty-First Entry
midnight moon
the silence between me
and a masked driver
It might be interesting to do a comparative reading of the following haiku:
ReplyDeletesix feet apart
between my neighbor and me
a patch of sunlight
Frameless Sky, 12, 2020
Chen-ou Liu