We stand on the shore, a plastic bag of fins, masks and snorkels on the sand between us. A cold wind sends whitecaps scudding over the Red Sea. Without looking at one another, we slowly prepare to enter.
clear skies
the ripple of shadows
below the surface
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Bob Lucky
Bob Lucky lives in Portugal. His work has appeared and is forthcoming in various journals including Modern Haiku, tinywords, Rattle, MacQueen?s Quarterly, Presence, The Haibun Journal, and others. He's the author of Ethiopian Time (Red Bird Chapbooks), Conversation Starters in a Language No One Speaks (SurVision Books), My Theology (Cyberwit) and What I Say to You (proletariat.org).
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What an amazing photograph! And the haibun! How wonderful!
in the shadow of a dune another ripple
Bob,
What an exquisite haibun!
Dru Philippou
That can be a nice journey of them. And that experience can teach some new things to them.