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A Journal of Haibun & Tanka Prose
Bob Lucky, General Editor & Ray Rasmussen, Technical Editor
January 2020 Vol. 15 No. 4

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Pris Campbell

Flatlining

My gas tank has sprung a leak, leaving me on empty. Fires ignite from spilt gas, lighting the palms, the mangroves, the gators lolling in nearby canals.

You watch with no comment. Illness is a foreign country and you don't speak the language so the gators and I watch until the flames blend into sunset.

By morning, the palms are green. Gators crawl out to lie in the sun as if yesterday never happened – as if it was a dream born from the fevers torching me, my tank still empty. You disappear at first light.

easterly wind...
gulls flap overhead
towards the sea


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