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Karina Klesko, US

 

 

 

 

Haibun

 

 

Within/Without the Same Song

 

On this cool May morning in Louisiana, I sit on the backyard deck watching our new baby chickens play and fight, falling into position  according to their order of command. The one that seems to be in power is a fluffy light yellow chick, the only one of that color. On closer inspection a black and white chicken is keeping the others at bay
while the yellow chick pecks away at the large circular metal feed dish, which has ten individual stations evenly spaced. Altogether there are eight chickens: five variations of multi-browns and speckled, one solid black, one black/white and of course the "blonde".

the yard is filled with birdsong
red-winged blackbirds,
grackles, a whistling duck
and the musky scent of the sun

I am surprised that the little chickens have actual birdsongs. Our older non-laying chicken (for whatever reason ), a beauty in red, struts about in her Amish made hen-house, only clucks: giving her approval whenever there is a lull in the noisy nonsense around her.

Perhaps, just in their youth do they twitter and tweet frivolously, turning to a more serious state of resolve when they grow up, OR do we have some roosters in preparation for their morning debut?

unnoticed
all the wildflowers opening
petal by petal
suddenly the meadow
is filled!

 

 

Haibun

 

Weeping, He says He's Sorry. . .

 

Eyes swollen, lips bleeding, I lay curled into a fetal position on the Brazilian Leather sofa.

The only light in the room is a soft cast of fluorescent over the Tholen oil painting of an English Country Cottage, sporting a carefree blue sky and chickens pecking at their feed along a dirt path that leads to the door. It seems to soothe me and lull me into painless thoughts of happier times.

Alone now, I pull the "comforter " around me, it's soft down filling so warm and safe, at least for now.

Lost between life and death, I find myself at the door of the cottage knocking, in hopes of entering.

the song
that gets into your head
over and over again

 

 

Videos

 

Karina Klesko, USBook Fair Video 1

Karina Klesko, USThen and Now: An A. D. Winans Photo Gallery

Karina Klesko, USA. D. Winans Pays Tribute to Dave Church

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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