IT’S DONE
It’s done
It’s gone
Naught and none
Just skin and bone
Ice cream without a cone
Melting, until a stick all alone
To space, to the thin air zone
No calls, no redial, no phone
No color, lifeless, no tone
It’s gone
It’s done
echo from beyond
attempting contact to bond
to renew a fond
©Johnny J P Lee
28 May 2021
HAIBUN (Poem/ Haiku 5-7-5)















