Saturday, July 17, 2021

Haibun


SUNDAY      

 

A trip to the ocean. A secluded cove with a slatted pergola, wooden tables and benches, an outhouse. A stone wall separates this area from the beach. Uneven steps lead down to a narrow strip of sand, accessible only at low tide. No hawking vendors, no swings or amusements for children, no crowds. Gulls, sand, sea, rocks. Dad’s favorite beach.

 

shirtless again

splashing vinegar

on his sunburned back


Presence

Haibun

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