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In the Mood


Midday at the river's side. Filtered light floats to the forest floor. Poplar leaves hang limp in the heat.

Two mallards float along with the languid current. The mottled female pokes about, dabbles for her dinner, ignores the drake's soft, persistent rasps.

Mid evening, in a candle lit restaurant. Above the hum of voices, Louis Armstrong croons, "I'm in the mood for love."

wine glasses touch –
the top button of her blouse
not undone

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Ray Rasmussen, Contemporary Haibun, 2005


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