It seems there’s a lot of anger in the world today. I don’t like anger, though I see its purpose, perhaps to clear the air, cleanse the soul.
But too often, anger is fired like bullets. Dropped like a bomb. And the one who “attacked” runs away before anything can be resolved.
I wrote this haiku for The Red Kimono. It represents Sachi’s feelings as verbal “bullets” are fired upon the Japanese-Americans who enter the internment camp.