A haibun I exit in the early evening; and my city is aglow in warm sunlight. I smile. Most of the time, I don't hold any particular appreciation for the sun; Middle Eastern summers are uncomfortable. Still, leaving the office before daylight has faded... bright bus stop breeze flutters shadows sun lazes d’Verse Haibun Monday:… Continue reading Breeze flutters shadows, or: Before nightfall
My 1st lushi Reinterpreting 'Flood' by T'ao Chien Brown clouded sky, broiling, broiling. Hot gusting sands, hurling, hurling. Khamsin consuming in all directions. Parching dust storm, whirling, whirling. Raising waterskin to broken lips. Death's eastern wind, unfurl, unfurling. Desolately-I recall kind warnings. Ignored their advice-sterling, sterling. Flood by T'ao Chien The lingering clouds, rolling, rolling,… Continue reading Flood, or: Brown death
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