In response to: Your Daily Prompt for March 6: Chafe
The hot dry wind spins the squeaking windmill without rest. The weathered cabin shudders from an unusually hard gust, and a horned lizard in the shade closes its eyes. After drying the sweatband of my hat, I sip from my canteen. It has been a good day.
desert trail…Al W Gallia
the hot sand inside my boots
chafing my tired feet
Searching for Serendipity 
Reblogged this on Frank J. Tassone and commented:
#Haiku Happenings #8: Al Gallia’s latest #haibun!
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Thanks, Frank.
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