Haibun Today

A Quarterly Journal
Jeffrey Woodward, Editor
Volume 4, Number 2, June 2010

Hortensia Anderson
New York City, New York, USA


The Wood Bridge

She must have been waiting here for her lover. Apricot blossoms drift...they cling to her in the moonlight. She floats on the pond, a shadow.

Droplets remain on the wood bridge.

With a sigh, the old man carries the young girl to the gurney, gently covering her with a sheet. Now, he whispers, she can wait forever.

from the flowering tree—
a broken branch




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