Wednesday, June 21, 2017
Summer Solstice Haibun
I watch out into the window of the world, two glass sliding doors. There's a dark-chocolate colored couch with an avalanche of burgundy-silk pillows where stacks of books sway me into so many other worlds. But the window beguiles my writer's mind, and my fingers itch to bloom basic interaction into something more profound. Pen poised, I allow my muse to gaze beyond the ordinary.
Foot-falls sway beneath the heat,
as the city gives up it's secrets,
each walkway a world it's own.