waiting for soup
at the kitchen
trying to write
something
worth reading
unleavened bread
I sit next to a man
with a crucifix
as we talk
it strikes me
that we haven’t heard
a word
we’ve said
lost moon
I chanced on you
in the city
when they broke the mold
you fell out
but I can’t tell you
what you
are
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#Haiku Happenings #9: Richard Grahn’s latest #tanka haiku sequence!
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