At the Half Price Book Shop I discover an almost brand new copy of Moon on the Pines: Zen Haiku by Jonathan Clements. On the inside front flap of the book, there is an inscription dated Xmas 2003, followed by an undecipherable signature:
"Dear Pattie, This book 'ever so' gently screamed your name at the store. What a perfect description, eh!?! I hope you enjoy the haiku within. Merry Christmas."
I wonder who Pattie might have been and who gifted her this book. Did they break up, did Pattie sell her unwanted books, move away? Such endless possibilities for $3.99.
windswept house –
a crow on the upended
For Sale sign