From the pen to the
factory to the market
to my dinner plate.
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Poetry by Wade Kwon
haiku for 11/22/19
haiku for 11/21/19
The automated
voice spit out text faster and
faster to tired ears.
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haiku for 11/20/19
What we think of as
old we suddenly become.
A wrinkle in time.
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haiku for 11/19/19
Merrily we hike
among the hills and forests
in the autumn sun.
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haiku for 11/18/19
The social worker
asked about all the scary
things kept in closets.
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haiku for 11/17/19
haiku for 11/16/19
Never to early
to get a head start on your
Easter master plan.
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haiku for 11/15/19
He found the hurdy-
gurdy in an antique shop,
keys worn but ready.
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haiku for 11/14/19
Ten lumberjacks make
pies and tarts for a panel
of churlish judges.
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haiku for 11/13/19
The unrepentant
grief creeps in at odd hours
for a longish stay.
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