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Daydream
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Haibun (written for Diane Frank's OLLI class--
"The Gentle Art of Haibun and Haiku") On a wintry afternoon, I sit with my daughter in the café. She has covered me in blankets and moves my wheelchair so I can look out the window. We sip warm cocoa, chocolate tickling my tongue, and watch trees bend beneath the heavy rain. A man in a heavy winter jacket and wool cap hunches his shoulders, steering his chair against the wind across the patio. Old fool! He'll catch cold!
I know that man. I tell my daughter he's my second husband. She frowns and asks, "What? You had a second husband?" I tell her yes, but then I wonder. I ask my daughter, "Who was my first husband?" She leans toward me and strokes my cheek. She tells me his name, Samuel. She says Samuel and I were married for 54 years. “Fifty four years?" I ask. "Then, when was I married to my second husband?” “Beats me,” she says, “I wasn’t invited to the wedding."
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