This haibun was inspired by today’s NaPoWriMo prompt. I did not follow it exactly, as we were supposed to use a description of what was outside our window as the beginning of an erasure poem, but I simply turned the description into a haibun. Shared with DVerse open link night.
Outside the window of this coffee shop, cars drive by, close to the freeway. There’s a gray, chain-link fence and a bank of bushes between here and the street. The sun hasn’t set yet, probably will not for another couple of hours.
On my way walking here, a truck-full of friends called my name and waved from across the intersection. I’m still wondering who they all were, though one of them looked familiar.
Rushing river, with
Stones trying to stop its flow —
The water moves on.