a broom-handle his staff, his throne the trash bin, zit-dotted cheeks cushioning his longings, with vacant eyes on a gull he struts like a man of some importance until a shoulder-tap and he blinks
back-tracking steps—last night’s moonrise mom’s chicken wings on a tin plate, a beach stroll kicking sand dunes his toes a hermit-crab-moment
past brambles the bus stop: red-haired Norma Jean flags the #10 with her legs sheathed in printed tights takes the seat opposite his by the window with the warning sign, “for your safety please hold on”
on a cloud he gets off at Starbucks puts on his dress-length apron, takes his broom with the canary-yellow handle and stands by the trash bin with vacant eyes
the slow lick
to the tip of her
morphing in bulk shadows a life-story
2 thoughts on “the young temp”
Reblogged this on Frank J. Tassone and commented:
#Haiku Happenings #8: The Other Bunny presents a #haibun by Alegria Imperial!
Great title to a delightful haibun.
Cliff Lindemann aka Cuul. Johannesburg SA.