Today’s prompt is to write a poem that “talks.”
A Haibun for an Endangered Species
On a bright spring day, before the May gray and the June gloom, I strolled along the boardwalk, dodging skateboarders and runners. Old men and a few women lounged on plastic tarps under their tents next to shopping baskets filled with all their worldly possessions. Chaos and misery. I found an escape, a narrow doorway, a real hole-in-the-wall leading to a new world. A bookstore! Brick and mortar. An endangered species. Towering bookcases. Poetry leading to politics, history to mystery, photo books to cookbooks. A calico cat rolled on the floor begging for a belly rub. I lifted a book and parted the covers. My hand caressed a soft page. I remembered my youth—long warm days of reading in the backyard . I could download this book. It would be cheaper. But this species must be saved; there are far too few now. So I bought the book and went home.
English lavender in bloom
Bird! Don’t plop on my book!