a helping hand (haibun)
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Laptop on my knees, I sit, red-socked feet against the heater, slurping from a mug with no handle, held between the palms of both hands. In an impossibly blue sky, the sun sits low, slanting light through slit blinds across the wall, striping the apples in the bowl.
reading –
in the absence of birds
windchimes
The cat pokes [...]
