We mourn what shape we
could have been and fret over
the shape we’re in now.
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Poetry by Wade Kwon
haiku for 10/7/2023
We mourn what shape we
could have been and fret over
the shape we’re in now.
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haiku for 3/15/2023
Learning to trust the
body for signals to feed
and to stop feeding.
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haiku for 1/21/2023
We feel a younger
age than we are. Our spirit
shines through our wan flesh.
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haiku for 1/4/2023
The legs work fine, save
for creaky joints that sometimes
need a little rest.
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haiku for 12/22/2022
Shivering around
the house, in the car, at the
store. Always too cold.
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haiku for 7/24/2022
The feet survived the
new walking routine except
for one bruised toenail.
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haiku for 7/20/2022
I feel anxious more
than ever and all throughout
my poor old body.
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haiku for 7/19/2022
One fang among the
many set off on its own
despite group pressure.
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haiku for 1/24/2022
The brain is a black
box, able to imagine
and help us sit straight.
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haiku for 9/17/20
Actions designed not
to make the time pass but to
ease anxiety.
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