Haibun Today

A Quarterly Journal
Jeffrey Woodward, Editor
Volume 4, Number 3, September 2010

Jeffrey Woodward
Detroit, Michigan, USA


Morro Bay

The girlfriend who doubles as her roommate, she says, came home in the early hours, by car, from her mother’s place in Topanga Canyon. I sit by a window almost as narrow as the slit of my rum-soaked eyes and stare offshore at a keep of wild rock that tilts a towering shadow like a pointer—toward how many flowering islands?—in the California spring. Her satin robe parts innocently as she tosses back her platinum pageboy with bangs and I taste the salt in the air.

a seaworthy trawler
called from night
fishing to port
rolls with a billow
in the morning glare

Somewhere between midnight and dawn, I misplaced her name. She does not ask me and I do not tell her mine.

First published in Modern English Tanka V3, N3 (Spring 2009)

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