Thirty-three lines of haiku
streaming on postcard media –
ran out of gas just as
the driver was needing a nap –
An old job ended –
tears of sadness and joy.
A new job started
without a vacation gap.
The pandemic is winding down
In some places
And picking up steam
In others. Uneven steps
progress down the path
to an uncommon destination
I like this one especially…
I am back in Benin fully surrounded and embraced by African culture… my most alive and happiest place….
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Thanks, Susan. Glad you like the poem. Welcome back.
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