What’s Past Is Prologue

A Haibun


Sitting alone by the window, I look out at the maple branches swaying in the breeze. Out of nowhere, I feel the stab of a memory - she waving me goodbye at the airport. I hold on to that memory, the universe hanging on the branches.

spring sunlight
breaking between branches
the sound of my voice

by Chenou Liu

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