lost in an April afternoon [haibun]**
arms by her side, gently moving
with the rhythm of her stride,
she walked on the sidewalk
by lake Waukewan.
her gray hair, scattered by the lake’s breeze,
she waved to me with a smile and with an age-old hand
inviting me to enjoy this this day and who I am;
in April, lost in the afternoon.
Darkness and despair
“there’s a crack in everything” *
Grass above concrete