Haibun : hot summer, Tucson, Arizona
Hot. 105 degrees Fahrenheit (40.56C). A dry heat they call it as if that means it’s not so hot. Don’t kid yourself, a furnace is a dry heat too. Walking I spot a mural with green rolling hills and a friendly bee waving hello. That’s about as close as I’ll get to grass unless I visit a golf course. Their water bills must be astronomical. Basho complained about the May rains and muddy roads. I wonder how he would do here. Would he miss the wet humidity, the restful emeralds covering the ground? The sun sinks dyeing the clouds in peaches and oranges. My eyes drink in the colors. I walk in beauty.
June’s blasting furnace
flash-dried sweat, salt-covered skin
pause. sun sets. glory.
haibun and photos by M. LaFreniere
References:
In response to a haibun challenge : Haibun Road
Haibun Road : a haibun weekly challenge (wk 19): Basho has a bad night, walks a muddy road
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