Power Outage Haibun
When it’s dark, and you’re cold. When the wind howls at the windows, and rain pounds on the roof. When you’ve got no electricity. When you’ve only a few pennies in your wallet, not enough fuel in the car, and it looks as though the blackout will go on for another day or two. Well, then is no time to be read’n a book called…
“The Grapes of Wrath”
forced from history
into uncertain future
courageous lament
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