Haibun

Breached boundaries, "sorry,
madame, I didn't see you."
I am right here. Here.

Black mud and eager
faces, cool breeze hanging in
the thick air. Birds and

birds, tweets and squawks, and
workers asleep to the trees
beyond. Bug-eaten

leaves, sky is shades of
gray, and circles into cir-
cles into circles

hold the path.

© Christine Salkin Davis, 2018

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