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Day's End




How strange for tears to well up while pushing a cart through the linoleum aisles of a grocery store. Are they because I'm once again on my feet after three bedridden weeks from this season's influenza? Or are they more related to the fear? My daughter had recently suffered the same sickness. As I left for the store, I thought of asking her, Did you feel even for a moment as if you might not make it? But I knew her answer would differ from mine. 

The rattle of cart wheels brings me back to the task at hand: soup for the return of appetite. I'm wanting the thin broth that my mother brought to the bedside when I was sick. But then I find a mouth-watering display of other possibilities: butternut squash, ginger carrot, sweet potato, mulligatawny, creamy potato leek ...

winter melon soup –
the anticipation
of my lover's kiss


R. Rasmussen, Haibun Today, 4:4, December 2010.