Tag: bereavement
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Counting
An old man on a park bench counts pigeons — until a name, surfacing between two and three, unmakes him. A cinquain and haiku in two movements, moving from the exterior world to the unbearably personal.
An old man on a park bench counts pigeons — until a name, surfacing between two and three, unmakes him. A cinquain and haiku in two movements, moving from the exterior world to the unbearably personal.