The desert in June. It bedevils me:
an approaching paper cut. A singing stone.
Dry riverbed where quotation marks
lie down to dry. Where I escape.
Hot breeze on the back of my neck,
dogjaw dropping from the sky.
The van of paper cuts heaving.
the hour of slumber
mumbling the nights
of great proportion
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#Haiku Happenings #1 (3/14/22): The Other Bunny presents a #haibun by Keith Polette!