mother was afraid to hammock.
afraid to fall. but
mother understood courage.
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181 Keeping Watch
Each day she watched through her window. Watched? Perhaps an exaggeration: a monochromatic nuclear aftermath remaining of the world, blurring into a blindness--loss of contrast and depth of field. Achromatic aberrations displayed a waste-scape stratified in grays.
By Gerard DiLeo2 days ago in Fiction
Comments (2)
Mother looks quite comfy, just a little bounce is hopefully safe near the ground. So funny, great Haiku.
Wait So is that her in one on the ground?!