Haibun Today

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

Francis Masat
Key West, Florida, USA


We’re Done?

I place things in front
of those I'd rather keep

Old and new, rags and riches—all here. Attic to basement, a life in review: mugs that bred in cabinets, games and toys for every season, summer reading by the pound, treasures and souvenirs by the box—stuff I didn’t even know we owned.

“Where on earth did these come from?”
“I didn’t know we had so much junk!”
“Comes to every sale, but never buys.”
“No, I don’t need anymore of those.”

“Can’t believe it’s come to this.”
“We’re moving too.”
“Everything’s changed. Our sale is Saturday, a month.”
“No, I don’t need anymore of those either.”

The sun inches past as if measuring every item’s life. Slowly, but surely, piece by piece and by the lot, it all begins to disappear. Sold, gifted, or packed away—we are done.

just two feet high
she bargains for a ball—
we settle on a hug




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