Last Laugh

haibun poem

Haibun Poem


Sitting on a rock, cross-legged, I pretend to meditate. My eyes half-closed, hands on my knees fingers up, I keep repeating “ommm.” Even when he’s so far up the trail, I see that scowl of confusion I live for.

Years later, when he’s only an old photograph and another Facebook name, I still sit cross-legged. Meditating.

Only, for real.

summer morning
wondering who has
the last laugh


photograph by Jason Ortego


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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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