Might You Hear?

Haiku

By Paul Aaron DomenickPublished 4 days ago • 1 min read

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The ear of the wheat

Bristles in the cold wind

And plays violin

Haiku

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Paul Aaron Domenick

The results of my poetry and fiction are unconditional in that every piece I publish is a singularity of sufficient creative struggle. It is in exchange with you that the struggle is extended. So, thanks for reading and responding.

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