Remind me, again… remind me. Tell me the tale of my triumphant father: With pleasure… In smoky daze, awash with commotion stuttering through the yellowing cavern of the working man, barfing, bowing heads soaking in the numbers tumbling from the cackling machine, hope etched into each man’s impaired focus. Deeper still savage packs of tradesmen,…
Day: September 19, 2020
Morning Haiku – 69
Just pair harvest moon And crystal droplets Forlornly falling.