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Gillena Cox, TT
 

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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