A Rain Meditation

Haibun Poem
Steady rainfall. The Pastore’s new generator hums. Across the street Stacy and Laurie talk. A sparrow perches on a maple tree, taking shelter under its leaves.
Cool draft at my cheek. The power is out again. Rain picks up. A steady swoosh with a hint of rattle as it strikes the asphalt.
Waiting for Frankie and Mira. Modest gray light outside. The living room remains the brightest room in the house.
Summer shower —
Old oak sheltering
The maple
more by FRANK J. TASSONE
photograph by Alexandra Latypova
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