wash dirty linens
bare family feuds and stains
strained, stubborn set in
Today I received a forwarded mail about two kleptocrats, darting at each other. It is a vision of a strange kind; not the failed 2020, but the mindset of failed leaders in falling states. Back luck to our generations of youngsters, for their rebirth here.
Some readers thought haiku must be about nature, but what is nature or what is really natural is not for the individual poet to write. It’s absurd to state that nature may be unnatural at times, and it is also subject to changes like all conditioned beings or events.