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      November 1, 2020Normal HaikuKashiana Singh

      rare blue moon—
      another ambulance
      and blue lights
       
       
       
      obituaries—
      age, color, caste
      no bar
       
       
       
      tourist season—
      an empty colosseum
      of silent coffins
       
       
       
      war zones—
      a world-wide bunker
      of chaos
       
       
       
      shallow breaths—
      grandma whispers
      a final blessing
       
       
       
      cancelled flights—
      the godwit migrates
      again this year
       
       
       
      ocean waves—
      the dip and rise
      of economics

      from Poets Respond

      Kashiana Singh

      “The haiku are in response to the heaviness of the pandemic, the tension of not being able to do anything. I have been writing these as my own imaginary epitaph submissions for those we have been losing, just my own selfish way to unburden. There are many many more of these I have written—I’m sharing seven that I selected which represent in my view our ability to be vulnerable in a normal way, not become used to the new normal. The trigger point to writing this was an article about an essential worker who went into refrigerators and vans to place yellow flowers she bought on unknown dead bodies just to be able to do something ‘normal’ for them. But she really did it for herself.”