A Haibun
dark emptiness
of tree-lined streets
Wuhan Metro
coronavirus …
this snowy silence
of Asian tourists
Early this morning, Toronto's Medical Officer of Health issued an Extreme Cold Weather Alert. On my way to the subway station, I see a group of Chinese Canadians in hazmat suits giving out customized hand sanitizers. I take one and read the bold-font messages on its back: "ignorance has reached epidemic proportions" and "stop the spread of racism." Is it is possible to stop toxic behavior with the correct message? Before I figure out the answer, the screeching subway derails my train of thought.
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A touching inscription on coronavirus with Poet's Note is well executed. It is an awareness on virus and racism. Nice Haiku.