Haibun
A Place in my
Memories
There's a place I
visit every time I feel down . . . Stepping cautiously upon the
steep slope, we go down to the riverbank and unpack the fishing
rods, the lunches and our smiles. Leaves rustle to the soft
murmur of water. Birds flit overhead, a pair of curious eyes
watches us from the little pool. A dragonfly settles upon my
float and starts rocking it . . .
ticking clock—
the sway of rushes
by the river