With the ongoing quarantine I keep purchasing books, more so than in previous months, a menagerie of sulking texts for my ever constant insomnia. That persistent large hound, nervous beast taking over the bed. All pant and whine. Consequently, aside from reading, I have worked in slow bouts of writing, an odd series of lines here, a tangle of verse there . Slow plodding of words.
conversion of cannas / red
(yet this) congregation of / red cannas
(5) quarantine days of
(5) leave the village streets
(5) leave these village streets
4 (5) / (3) without a voice
(14) And yet, this sudden milling congregation of cannas!
playing with the haiku form— @HaikuSentence