We’re flitting between urban and rural in a couple of haiku…

Concrete
Decaying concrete,
wind-harried tussocks – urban
ennui, in wasteland.
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Concrete
Decaying concrete,
wind-harried tussocks – urban
ennui, in wasteland.
Continue reading “Concrete and Cataract | Haiku”