Take a walk



Mira and I walk at Kakiat Park. The rain-swollen Mahwah River cascades under the bridge. It foams the rocky bank where a lone fisherman fishes. We turn onto the blue trail toward the tributary feeding the river. Or is it the river? The cold ground doesn’t mud our shoes like last time. We’re not copperheaded or water moccasined, either.


Across another footbridge, we turn right on the white trail and ascend toward the gas line and Harriman State Park. The first ridges of the Ramapo Mountains appear. We cross the grassy scar of the buried gasline and continue walking the trail into Harriman. It doesn’t gravel us back to the gasline; we reach one plateau before deciding to return along another gasline route.


There are worse ways to Sunday.


last April night

after a long meeting,

she misses me





for dVerse Poets Haibun Monday – Take a walk, pubtended by Bjorn

Real Toads’ Thirty poems in April: a final in verbs, imagined by Bjorn

#GloPoWriMo2018 / #NaPoWriMo2018  30/30


NaPoWriMo 2018




12 replies »

  1. This is interesting reading. I like you way you play with words – copper headed, water moccasined etc. It added an intriguing element.

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  2. I too enjoyed the wordplay in your haibun, Frank, and I was enchanted with the place names: Kakiat Park, Mahwah River and Ramapo Mountains, which I looked up. I learn so much about geography from other poets and writers, and am introduced to places I will probably never go. This area sounds wonderful.

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