Haibun

                                                              ALONE

Coffee in the café, her daily routine.  Many of the same faces.  Busy people.  Lonely people.  Happy. Sad.  She was one of many.  Who cared?  Did she?  Not enough.  Would she die like this, uncaring and uncared for?

                                                        full winter moon

                                                        in the wind

                                                       shadows touch

Contemporary Haibun On-line Sept 2010

Haiku for autumn

tilting graves

composting histories

in fallen leaves

small town

swallowed by shadows

in early dusk

early morning

the silence broken

by a single honk

Simply Haiku

Presence, Never Ending Story

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