Wooden toys listen.
Incense perfume lingers on.
Yet, no one talking.
#haiku
Categories: Poetry, StreetTags: B&W, chicago, christkindlmarket, haiku, Poetry, toys, winter, wooden
Published by Jiri Krecek
Infrared photographer, field recordist, haiku writer, and former JPMorgan VP turned independent consultant. I find signal in noise — whether in risk, bookkeeping data, IR light, ambience of an evening city, or three lines of verse.
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