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Contemporary Haibun Online: January 2015, vol 10 no 4

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Marianne Paul

Dreaming

There is a sadness to the imagery of this dream, and a solitude. A lake separates us. I can see him on the far shore. He is silent in that way of things unsaid, but also the silence of the space between the living and the dead, the vastness.

shoebox –
the urn holds all
of him

This lake, this distance, this silence. These metaphors.

petals –
all things fall
apart

I have suffered other grief and there it is. Right out in the open. But this is different. I don't know what to do with it. What pocket to slip it in, how to carry it around with me.

pockets –
a fossil, a penny
a feather


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