doesn’t seem all that happy to have you. You run late for an appointment, and sorry, he’s fully booked. The bus comes, and goes as you round the corner. You decant the sugar into the salt jar. The phone rings – wrong number. The phone rings – wrong person. The knock at the door is a Mormon. The checkout girl is a moron. You walk the length of the main street not knowing your zipper was undone. And you’re wearing old knickers.
the balloon
you set free
bursts on the railing
Tags: haibun, one of those days, work in progress
