Here’s the full prose-text I wrote about these images, which I then distilled down to 17 syllables: “Windows of the old mill-turned-inn, overlooking the waterfall and rushing stream (small river?)…
Twoku: Now just half the shell / it used to be emptied of / the life that left it. Threeku: Half the shell / that fell after it / released…
This is a re-working of a haiku from 2010, posted here (belatedly) with a heavy heart from recent events… NO! Causes can NOT be ignored–if there are causes we think…
Twoku: A name not taken / empty space in the roster / person non grata.
