SUMMER NIGHTS
Families on their front porches. Grandma with a paper fan. Grandpa and Dad with cold beers. Mom with hot coffee, regardless of the heat. My sister and I–cream soda, out of the bottle. Wet and slippery in our grimy hands. Sweet and bubbly and cool. One gulp. Then another. Then settling into a slow sipping, making it last until bedtime.
circling moths
under a street lamp
the last game of jacks
Bottle Rockets, Summer 2009
Haibun
From the Old School He takes my arm, not to lean on, but to guide me across the street. This father protector, his sole acknowledgement ...
2 comments:
Adelaide,
Your haibun really takes us vividly back to that time. I could take some writing lessons from you!
Thank you for the comment. Glad you liked the haibun. Sometimes what happened years back is more vivid than what happened yesterday.
Adelaide
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