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Summer… haibun, by Britta Benson

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This poem was prompted by dVerse. Write a haibun, theme: summer. Here’s the link to the full prompt:

Summer… haibun

Did I enjoy summer as a child? I guess so. Like all great dreams, I can’t remember. The magic disappears upon first contact with too many years. What remains is that smell of young sweat, clingy like ice cream and age old sun tan lotion, token gestures that would leave a greasy film on the surface of the lake whenever we went for a swim. Sand in unspeakable places, always, how? So, summer, half a century ago, here goes.

Head above water,

midday sun melts sticky skin,

iridescence pearls.


15 thoughts on “Summer… haibun, by Britta Benson

    1. Thank you so much! I loved the picture of the whole family in the pool on your blog and the way you describe your aquatic adventures… ‘Sweet summer’s humidity’ – Beautiful.


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