Alice in Her Twilight Years
We were cleaning out Mom’s house when we found them in the back of a cupboard, two zaftig Barbies covered in cookie crumbs. Where did they come from, we asked. Mom just smiled, her teeth black with Oreos.
late afternoon
a rabbit hightails it
through dappled shade
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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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fast clouds—winking moon
a cat moves
high up in a tree
I absolutely love this poem. For me, both deeply moving and thought-provoking.
Bob, this… my humble attempt to echo your fine haibun.
shadows stretched
by this day's sun clock
a far dog
Awesome.
Evokes both a sweet and sad image. Lovely…
Great fun, brilliant haibun!
Thanks, everyone, for the kind words and the nice haiku.