May 22, 2012

a haibun

The heat comes on strong and unexpected. As it does every year. From seemingly out of nowhere swifts and swallows cruise beneath a blue blue sky as if nothing was wrong in the world. I wonder – because I'm hopelessly vain – if I am presented with yet another image of my thought-pattern but settle with the thought that they're only chasing insects.

here & there & up & down the lilac scent doesn't seem to mind me

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