Haibun
Star
Bright
Descending the
stairs we leave that awesome ultramodern building NAPA. The
comedy was relaxing, the play ended on a surprise note, we
discuss between our selves. However, since the play ended
earlier than we calculated, we have to wait about forty-five
minutes for our scheduled pickup guy. The trees remain unruffled
in the cool breezes.
night sky—
pointing out that one star brighter
than all the others
Claim It
the tiniest
print—
nutritional data
stated on the box
We are at the
supermarket, my daughter and I. I place my handbag in the
smaller compartment of the trolley securely within my grasp.
Pushing the trolley, reading the list, reading the shelves. My
daughter takes over the trolley so I meander a little away from
the trolley. Returning with a handful of packs of peanuts.
There's my trolley and there's some man just about to push it.
"That's my trolley," I say, smiling sweetly, "Oh, I'm sorry, I
thought it was mine." He smiled even more sweetly. So I'm once
again pushing my trolley, but now looking for my daughter. She
is just a few steps away in between shoppers. I whisper to her
my handbag is on the trolley, stay with it.
exhaling—
that new brand of cereal
stretching to get
