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.
Back Home
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.
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)