haibun || Sheila E. Murphy

He wore seersucker a cappella with his doctorate wrapped

around a buckskin attitude. Affection hastens altitude when we

erupt into unlikely selves. He read a novel she read, then each

wrote (off) another. The lime green lapidary forethought

distanced altruistic waves of mercy wasted on the have-nots

who inhabited a patch where signs all read "soft shoulder."

Whose one shoe is this? She heard a quiet in his voice. He

offered a call back just when the mountains stood between the

alternating paths. A toggle corners what gets sorted. As a rule,

progenitors have normally been janitors whose offspring wane

just prior to these children of their own who conquer depth.

Perception of slow-moving vehicles defines life forms requiring

large resuscitation. Poached egg beings lulled from one mall

to the next. Malignancy repairs to open space to tweet shallow

opinions passed off as contemporary passion trailing through

a breathing apparatus.

 

Mantra without wind, as moments come in waves, unknown

 

Sheila E. Murphy