Haiku 073114

I walk, think and cry —
So many dying — I wane
A stork watches me*


*That stork, standing there in the middle of the low river, when there haven’t been any water birds here for weeks was so amazing. I immediately thought, “birth,” and despite my anger at all these raging war deaths and cancer deaths and my feelings of complete and utter impotence against them, I felt hope for the future.




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