Flea Market

Haibun Poem Form, Flea Market Saints

Haibun Poem


A green mountain coffee sign stands in the aisle. Cotton T-shirts and three-quarter shirts with band and sports regalia logos hang on wracks or rest folded on tables inside many booths. Others held piles of DVDs and paperbacks.

Then we find the statues.

Sts. Michael, Gabriel and Uriel. The Buddha. Alongside them: oils and aromas of every kind. Incense. Books on tarot.

We leave after buying only a $6 cell phone case and $4 in lavender oils.

Pouring Rain
Stepping on soaked asphalt
Without a care




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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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