High Iron

–for E.A.

At a hundred fifty feet, I?m comfortable as in a living room chair. Then it gets harder?the world shrinking to a map gaped at from an airplane window; the girder?s shadow a wing. The wind shrieks, as turbulent as a god, more playful than angry. Like my father?s ghost, stepping across the frame behind me in his red high-top Chuck Taylors, long gray hair streaming.

how narrow the beam
that holds our firmament
in place

Published by

Angele Ellis

Angele Ellis's haiku was featured on a theater marquee after winning Pittsburgh Filmmakers' G-20 Haiku Contest. Her haiku and haibun also have appeared in Better Than Starbucks, Drifting Sands, Haikuniverse, Issa's Untidy Hut, Lilliput Review, and Sonic Boom.

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  1. Nice length for a haibun. It holds the interest right through and invites you to reread it. I like it very much.

  2. Thank you for your kind responses to my first published haibun, "High Iron." Regards, Angele Ellis

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