"Two wrongs may not make a right but a thousand wrongs make a writer.”

Friday, November 30, 2018

For Father


The homeless man
stands on the exit ramp
with his sign for help.
We roll down the window
with a five dollar bill,
as dad would have done.


Rosy-cheeked in winter plaid
gave to us all that he had
Now snow blankets his shroud of boughs.


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This is linked with Imaginary Garden with Real Toads mono-no-aware , the challenge to write about change or loss, not full blown depression but a subtle, wistful sadness in the Haibun format (which includes a Haiku at the end)