Flea Market

by Frank J. Tassone · 20 November 2014

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Haibun Poem

A green mountain coffee sign stands in the aisle. Cotton T-shirts and three-quarter shirts with band and sports regalia logos hang on wracks or rest folded on tables inside many booths. Others held piles of DVDs and paperbacks.

Then we find the statues.

Sts. Michael, Gabriel and Uriel. The Buddha. Alongside them: oils and aromas of every kind. Incense. Books on tarot.

We leave after buying only a $6 cell phone case and $4 in lavender oils.

Pouring Rain
Stepping on soaked asphalt
Without a care

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Frank J. Tassone

Frank J. Tassone lives in New York City's "back yard" with his wife and son. He fell in love with writing after he wrote his first short story at age 12 and his first poem in high school. He began writing haiku and haibun seriously in the 2000s. His haikai poetry has appeared in Failed Haiku, Cattails, Haibun Today, Contemporary Haibun Online, Contemporary Haibun, The Haiku Foundation and Haiku Society of America member anthologies. He is a contributing poet for the online literary journal Image Curve, and a performance poet with Rockland Poets. When he's not writing, Frank works as a special education high school teacher in the Bronx. When he's not working or writing, he enjoys time with his family, meditation, hiking, practicing tai chi and geeking out to Star Wars, Marvel Cinema and any other Sci-Fi/Fantasy film and TV worth seeing.