Walking empty streets under a full moon, even Google can’t find me.
Ken Wagner on Haiku Habits
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as a webrarian I heart this - isolation is rare
harps – I was enjoying the isolation. Is that what you meant by “isolation is rare”?
What I like about it is the interplay between the isolation and the vastness of the empty sky (and streets). The great, wide open close to home.
We watched the news Hopefulness united us thus Again we wait
Thanks for leaving the poem, Brett.
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as a webrarian
I heart this -
isolation is rare
harps – I was enjoying the isolation. Is that what you meant by “isolation is rare”?
What I like about it is the interplay between the isolation and the vastness of the empty sky (and streets). The great, wide open close to home.
We watched the news
Hopefulness united us
thus Again we wait
Thanks for leaving the poem, Brett.