A Witness at this Stop
The train stop lives in the heart of the city—a city whose name I don’t care to recall, as it does not care to recall me. There is a chill in the air, not consequential of the gentle breeze, but something more of a sensation, like goose bumps felt within.
Comments (3)
Very well done. You are very good at this.
Beautiful!!
Loving this series of haiku, Joelle. After being bombarded with them for so long because of all the earlier challenges, the break feels like enough, and it's nice to see some again. This is brilliant!