– a haiku sequence red sky in the morning 2% chance of rain two crested pigeons and a mudlark walking ahead of me pandemic I crave a thing I threw away 40 degrees – the melting tar follows us home nothing more profound paper poppy petals clouds the poppies stop opening tai chi stepping in the ocean stepping out moonlight sinks into rockpools a-ne-mo-ne shooting star at year’s end . . . I don’t know what it means zoonotic . . . consequences corral us
From: Vol.09 N.01 – A Poetics of Rights
History
by
Owen Bullock