A Haibun
I stroll down Spadina Avenue, passing by a Chinese street singer. Slowly, I move out of earshot. I come across curious tourists, mingle with bargain hunters, and am grabbed by smiling vendors. But the song chases after me, manifesting itself as my lips move in reflex.
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a unique way to express the truth...we are confused of our identity......well done...... advance congratulation for your 1000 th poem.....nurul