Contemporary Haibun Poem
The Camry pulls up. I shut the TV and make it to the vestibule. Open the cracked front door before she can.
She looks at me. Her hesitation, anticipation and hurt—there for me to see.
“Hello,” she says.
I fold my arms around her. Her chest rises and falls as she cries.
last daylight fades
missing her, my wounded pride
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