Haibun challenge
The drive to work is rote, curves, rough road and speed traps engraved in muscle memory. My mind wanders, eating miles, and I find myself surprised by where I am. I notice the sky while going down an exit ramp. It's a richer blue than just days before, making the bareness of the trees on this cool mid-winter morning look out of place and temporary.
The wheel does not stop.
3 Comments:
Nice!
I've been reading, and loving, Theresa's Haibun journal. I wonder if you have a sort of definition of this form - I have never known it before, and am interested in getting into it myself. My maain question is this - is the prose intro considered a part of the Haibun? Is it a twopart thing? I'll be able to comment more intelligently once I understand the form.
A+ Cynthia. I like your work best when it is condensed and image driven. Beautiful!
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