At the Pier

At the Pier

The ship, only a tiny white point at the horizon, but she still stands and waves after it. No, she wouldn't cry today! She had sworn it.

So she stands there and waves with his handkerchief, his scent–-unmistakable, alive, and close.

She doesn't feel the gust fo wind coming, suddenly the cloth flies out of her hand, whirls high up, descends again into her direction, and then flutters out to the sea. Eagerly, as if it wants to catch up with the vanishing ship ...

gathering shadows
on an empty shoreline
night falls

isabella kramer


first published on CONTEMPORARY HAIBUN OLINE, Vol. 15 - No. 4  Jan. 2020

 Have had a haibun chosen for CONTEMPORARY HAIBUN OLINE, Vol. 15 - No. 4 #poetry #haibun #publication


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