Doormat

 

I merely collect dust, slippery mud, crushed leaves, and wilted flowers as everyone rubs his shoes on me. Early morning, the sweeper mercilessly thrashes me on the floor.

 

temple city

the crowded road leads

to the destination

 

I prefer to remain calm and quiet. The street dog takes a long look at me when I render him a little bit of comfort of warmth in the winter night.

 

seaside

the footfalls

in silence

 

Contemporary Haibun Online, 18.1, 2022 (Guest Ed. Peter Newton)

 

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