< meta charset="UTF-8"> Haibun Today: A Haibun & Tanka Prose Journal

A Quarterly Journal
Jeffrey Woodward, Founder & Owner
Ray Rasmussen, General Editor

Volume 13, Number 4, December 2019

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Richard Grahn
Evanston, Illinois, USA

Across the Wasteland

I’m walking the desert, sand in my mouth. The skies have scorched me. The wind has blown me from mirage to mirage. But I’ll reach for your hand till I find a way out. You don’t have to be perfect, just right for me. I walk across a dune, another and another. I’m a shadow in a dream, what’s left of me. When I come to your oasis and the moon finally rises, I'll drink from your well, begin to believe it was all worth the pain.

temperature rising . . .
what I would give
to ride a cloud