5 November 2020 (dream)
Kristen Lindquist
I think about haiku so much that sometimes I even dream them. A couple mornings ago I woke up with this haiku in my head. I can’t make any sense of it, but I’m kind of intrigued by it nonetheless. Feel free to share your analysis with me!
swamp candles. . .
a miscarriage
of justice
(A “swamp candle” is a yellow loosestrife, a fairly common Maine wildflower.)