Haibun Today

A Quarterly Journal
Jeffrey Woodward, Editor
Volume 4, Number 1, March 2010

Colin Stewart Jones
Aberdeen, Scotland


Baby Steps

Four days of snow in Aberdeen has thawed and frozen over and over again. The search for a safe path on fresh snow has resulted in a dimpled surface rather like a golf ball made of glass. It’s easier to walk in the troughs made by car tyres. At the local corner-shop an Irish man tells me he fell on his arse twice on his way there. I think the hangover that forced him out in this weather may have had something to do with it as I wish him a safe journey home with his bottle of Grouse Whisky.

There was a day when people would clear their own paths up to their neighbour’s boundary and they would do likewise. In such a way whole streets would be cleared. On the other side of the road a mother starts laughing exaggeratedly to stop her toddler, who has just fallen on the ice, from crying. Round here it is better to be tough. As my mate John says, “sympathy is somewhere between sex and syphilis.” I don’t think anyone round here will be dreaming of a White Christmas for years to come.

harsh night—
a beer-can nose
on the snowman




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