slow dancing under a meteor shower
memories are clickbait. those parts of us that we cling to within the hopeless terms of ‘reality’. when the incidental remains on the shelf too long true meanings are lost. ashes of the dead cat scattered at the outlet.
i drag the past to a pit
and beat the shit out of it
One thought on “Haibun 212”
Reblogged this on Frank J. Tassone and commented:
#Haiku Happenings #2: Michael Rehling’s #haibun 212!