Each dish outdoes the
last one. Each taste is even
better than we hoped.
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Poetry by Wade Kwon
haiku for 4/21/20
Each dish outdoes the
last one. Each taste is even
better than we hoped.
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haiku for 4/20/20
Can’t hug, but can wave.
Can’t whisper, but can raise voice.
Can’t cry, but can grieve.
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haiku for 4/19/20
They hunched over the
table, squinting at puzzle
pieces and laughing.
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haiku for 4/18/20
The kids are all in
detention, the teacher is
drinking heavily.
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haiku for 4/17/20
The silent office
looks over an empty lot
while gathering dust.
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haiku for 4/16/20
These four walls can seem
like a sanctuary, a
prison, a flophouse.
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haiku for 4/15/20
He’s outta work, she’s
outta work, so many folks
are losing their jobs.
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haiku for 4/14/20
We witness the deaths
of restaurants and stores while
shopping Amazon.
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haiku for 4/13/20
Where the cabin is
a nice house and we can still
go outside at will.
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haiku for 4/12/20
Bunny hops to and
fro but everyone’s hiding
their eggs inside homes.
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