GONE
We’re growing old, you and I.
Friend. Lover. The years have passed without our noticing. Except, our once
young bodies have disappeared. The times we shared are memories we are grateful
for. We’re growing old, you and I. . .
morning
news
my
favourite actress
gone
too early
***
LAYERS
In my dream, I quietly fell while
riding the currents of the North wind. I saw those around me laughing at the
way I became a leaf, changing colours, from red to brown, falling and becoming
one with the damp ground.
early
morning
a
layer of snow
covers
our sins
***
IS IT?
Is it the weekend yet?
from
speakers
in
the coffee shop
Bob
Marley sings
“Get
up! Stand up
for
your rights”
I thought not. . .
***
DAWN
We both notice the emergency lights
up ahead. Police cruisers, ambulances and a fire truck reveal the accident
site. Flares illuminate the gravel strewn pavement and a rough double wheel
path towards dense underbrush and the darkness of the forest. In our minds, we
come up with multiple scenarios. Yet our eyes return to the forest.
dawn–
your
kiss
brings
me to life
Mike Montreuil lives in the coldest capital city in the world, Ottawa, Canada. His English and French haiku, tanka, and haibun have been published online or in print. You may find him observing the wildlife in one of Ottawa’s many coffee shops.
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Mike Montreuil lives in the coldest capital city in the world, Ottawa, Canada. His English and French haiku, tanka, and haibun have been published online or in print. You may find him observing the wildlife in one of Ottawa’s many coffee shops.
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