Friday, March 31, 2017

A Reunion

Against the wall
Photo Credit: Go-tea 郭天 Flickr via Compfight cc

A reunion

The house is at the end of the road. It is just a house, anyone could live here. You wait for me at the door. You seem to be glad that I have come. You offer food, I accept. The bread is stale and you have run out of salt, you say. Never mind, you know I will eat whatever you serve me.

I admired you once. I am willing to pretend that I still do.

You bring me wine. It has a sour taste. I drink it up. I smile.

And in the garden
an apple falls, wings flap.
Then all is silent.

GloPoWriMo 2017, an Early-Bird prompt


  1. Haibun is a favourte form for me. I like your haibun very much.

    1. Thank you, Bennie. This is the first time I have tried it. It is good to reconnect with you, looking forward to sharing poems

  2. I enjoyed reading this. Thanks for writing it.