October 9, the day we arrive in Los Angeles. Connecticut transplants. Fugitives from cold winters and lack of work. Mom, Dad, older sister and I, 16 years old. A new life in the ultimate dreamland.
stepping off the train
a Santa Anna blowson schedule
Surprises and changes every day. The hot autumn, not the cool, brisk, vivid season of the northeast; eye smarting smog, the sky a dull beige, not the clean, fresh blue we knew; tacos, chili and burritos, not fish and chips or ham with baked beans; bungalows, haciendas and mission churches, not colonial, Georgian and gothic cathedrals.
Pacific sunset–
cheering to win
new school colors
Gean, June 2010
6 comments:
another fabulous haibun
much love...
Thanks, Gillena.
Adelaide
A very nice haibun...
Thanks for visiting, Frank.
Adelaide
Such a wonderful haibun, Adelaide - How nice it would be to have a talent like yours.
Warren
Thank you, Warren. You're too modest about your own talent.
Adelaide
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