Written in 1983 .. inspired by the cover of my copy of Dandelion Wine by Ray Bradbury.
He stands alone
in a field
of grass
and flowers.
Pants, too big,
hang from
brown suspenders.
Solemn,
in his face.
Is the boy sad?
Is the boy lonely?
Alone, he stands
in a field
of bombs
and flowers.
Who will help
him now?
Oops! I was brain dead this week. Sorry for posting this so late. The World spins around Like a dradle in the sky Will it stop someday? Originally posted on 52 Haiku
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