The Verge

Haibun
Written By The Young Buddhist Editorial

By Jenny Ward Angyal | Gibsonville, North Carolina, USA


No breath of wind, only the slow ratcheting of cicadas. Day after day the promised thunderstorms evaporate. Day after day the pond’s muddy border widens. The dryness—inscribed with the telltale fingerprints of raccoons, the heart-shaped tracks of deer who sip by moonlight, the starry marks of a great blue heron—sinks deeper into my bones.

fish flopping
in sun-drenched shallows
these thoughts

This piece has been published as part of the collection, Clouds in Paper.

Cover Image by Maja R. via Unsplash

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