It does not take much to remember . . .
Vietnam. Someone says that word, places that place into my mind and it speeds through all the black and white movie reels again. As if it matters, my cat jumps into my lap and wants to be petted. I do it, mechanically moving my fingers between her ears, and think to myself about gain and loss. It is a perfect moment, really.
shooting the moon
my finger
always dead center
First Published in: HaibunToday!
Michael Rehling 