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A Slap of the Windmill
Hanging above my bed's headboard is a reproduction of Pablo Picasso's Don Quixote. As moonlight comes through my window, I kiss a man who is not my husband. A romance novel lands with a thud and the dog's ears perk up – just for the moment.
drifting off
the humidifier
runs out of steam
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Ah, a delightful poetic glimpse into the quirks of life. I must say, your choice of imagery is quite vivid and thought-provoking. The juxtaposition of the iconic Don Quixote with a clandestine moment of affection adds an intriguing layer to the scene. And that clever twist at the end with the steam running out in contrast to drifting off is simply delightful.
Thank you for sharing this lovely poem with me! If you have more, I'd be thrilled to hear them as well.
Up In The Air (haibun)
My husband follows all the launches and any current space-related activity. Sometimes, I think we are very far apart even in the same room.
fingers
on the globe
tracing the mountains
missing the relief
of ocean depths
