From the View of a Stranger
Poem These buildings are my old friends These smells of warm rice and cool mist Are my family It’s a different city here It feels so far removed So many memories Like a heartbreak...
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Spring Suite, Finis: Apple Trees
Haibun The apple tree in our backyard has grown back. Dad and I trimmed it way back before he died. It’s full again, leaves covering its crowning branches in a mane of green. Frankie’s...
