a 5-haiku sequence
roast turkey
pumpkin pie, mashed potatoes...
half eaten, half spoken
Trump news on mute
the faint smell of leftovers
... and things unsaid
fireplace embers...
clink-clink-clinking of glasses
fills our silence
TV's dim light
our back-and-forth monologue
on Black Friday deals
false dawn
in my sleep I hear 'thank God
this is us'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem