I don’t know what it was about this boy’s face that caught my eye. Or maybe it was the apple on the floor? The half-eaten cake? That gesture which seems to declare, “Mine!”.
I just tried to have fun with this. More on what proper poets do with haiku form here, and here, and here.
Easter: market aisle
young mother slumped, child screaming —
sound of eggs breaking
©elsp 2025
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