Ironic Contrasts
Haibun
The sun teases us all. A shower of fiery light promises warmth before rain-filled cumulus eclipse it. A spatter of cold drizzle falls. Then stops. A breeze reminiscent of the record-setting bygone winter slices through our layers. We shelter in Tommy Hilfiger.
good intentions…
shivering while walking through
Woodbury Commons
I step inside Starbucks. A casual glance to my left: Stephan Pascarella of Columbus looks back. Mutual recognition. Shop talk while we wait on line. Restlessness after we part.
lukewarm sip
Red-apple Court under
a cloud-covered sun
Later, we’re home. Sunlight brightens the tile floor in the kitchen, the translucent drapes in the dining room. Mira and Frankie head back out. I imagine our darkened bedroom. Our comforter pulled back. A shirt, a belt, shoes left on the floor. Occasional creaking the only betrayal of our dance.
So much daylight left…
cold wind
wrestling my demons
alone
more by FRANK J. TASSONE
photograph by Dogancan Ozturan
Your haibuns flow like a river. I never skip one.
Thanks!