Reconciliation

Contemporary Haibun Online, Holding Hands

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
forgotten

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Frank J. Tassone

I fell in love with writing ever since I wrote my first short story at the age of 12 and my first poem in high school. My free-verse has appeared in the literary e-zine Pif. My haibun has been published in Cattails, Haibun Today, Contemporary Haibun Online (CHO) and Contemporary Haibun, CHO's annual print anthology. I am honored to be a part of the Image Curve community as a contributing poet.

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