Mira’s legacy is ready. Jack’s Auto is only a 15 minute walk up Palmer Avenue. It’s cold, but not freezing. I put on my black suade, new wool hat, and gloves.
Step after step up the sidewalk, the cold finding gaps through which to seep. Thic h Nhat Hanh’s “The Miracle of Mindfulness” plays through my air pods. The rush of speeding cars along the busy road sounds over the audio book. I return to my breath, as the Vietnamese zen master discusses breathing and mindfulness.
I experienced immediate, penetrating awareness of environs in which I walked before. Back then, I never had a term for the phenomena.
Unlike today.
breathing in
a distant high rise’s
many colors
I’m hosting #HaibunMonday over at #dVersePoetsPub, where we write about breath/breathing.
The pub is open! Come join us!
Frank J. Tassone 
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