The wreath hangs on to
the door, greeting guests with an
unseasonal cheer.
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Poetry by Wade Kwon
haiku for 7/2/19
The wreath hangs on to
the door, greeting guests with an
unseasonal cheer.
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haiku for 7/1/19
Running off the road.
Leaving a family behind.
Drinking to blackout.
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haiku for 6/30/19
Thousands infected
but only half survive the
pernicious outbreak.
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haiku for 6/29/19
No hope, no justice,
but at least our matching rags
look somewhat snazzy.
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haiku for 6/28/19
Days unbound by mere
routine, freedom to explore,
to suck the marrow.
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haiku for 6/27/19
The bills brought nothing
but continued frustration
at the bleeding purse.
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haiku for 6/26/19
Nothing to see here.
No frightened children, no wife
in overwrought tears.
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haiku for 6/25/19
We see the pattern,
and it cannot be unseen.
From chaos, order.
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haiku for 6/24/19
Can’t be captured in
lame sweet tea homilies and
down home duncery.
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haiku for 6/23/19
The unmoored feeling
of discovering your phone
is nowhere nearby.
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