Back to the routine of a full-time job...
the old roads, the buses, the buildings, the people...the morning rush, the
evening hustle - life screams from all sides. It requires you to break
the shells of safety and comfort that you build around yourself. Then it goes
about its way...Life does seem to have its own way, images flip and flap before one makes any
true sense of it ~
These ‘in the moment’ scribbles/haiku that may
connect to the larger plots of the stories one may tell, or may not:
empty bus ~
out of the blue the conductor
hums an old song
summer breeze~
the heady scent of perfume
as they pass
walking alone ~
sharing the loneliness
of the road
~As firmly cemented clam-shells
Fall apart in autumn,
So I must take to the road again,
Farewell, my friends.
~ Matsuo Basho
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