This poem was written in response to the prompt for Day Twelve:
Today, we’d like to challenge you specifically to write a haibun that takes in the natural landscape of the place you live. It may be the high sierra, dusty plains, lush rainforest, or a suburbia of tiny, identical houses – but wherever you live, here’s your chance to bring it to life through the charming mix-and-match methodology of haibun.
The greasy pigeons gather nearby. This time of year, the neighbourhood waits to see leaves burst out of the tree growing from number 27’s chimney pot. Neither brick nor branch show any sign of being first to give way to the other.
His skinny fingers
are thrust up into the sky
in grey defiance.
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