street-preach chants ...
clouds of breath weaving through
the Friday night crowd
FYI: The following could be read as its prequel:
a street preacher talks
over a line of pro-choicers --
his arguments
frothy as soapsuds
get big ... and bigger
Added:
twilight fog drifting ...
my shadow and I follow
no one
FYI: My haiku below could be read as its prequel:
snow geese
unzip the morning sky
my journey starts
Added: Trump Empire, Inc, LX
Read My Lips
"Canada is not for sale. You can kiss me where the sun doesn’t shine, and you can put a big 'C' in front of it," a grey-haired auto worker shouts out his defiant challenge to the people strolling along the opposite bank of the river, at least one mile away.
Alone at the edge of East Riverview Park, a patch of green overlooking the Detroit River, he continues his shouting for minutes until he hears the distant laughter drifting toward him
migrant kids
chase kids chasing rainbow balloons
Trump-Free Zone
Added:
hillside maples
the sunset glow redder
... and redder
Added:
sunset glow
a pink-haired girl wheels her chair
through leaf fall
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