#Haiku Happenings #9: The Other Bunny presents a #haibun by Peter Jastermsky!
So strange to find you here, wasting under the weeds. Not only are you dead, you’re missing. No one left knows where your body is buried.
As a child, you were always in your mother’s sight. She’s gone, too, no hand to lay on you. But if a mother’s intuition lives on, she’ll turn over one last time, knowing you are two stones down.
silence . . .
so fluent
a language
Peter Jastermsky
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