Wind and snow flurries punctuate the early afternoon.  A ticker inside the train station shelter indicates that the train will be 7 minutes late.  Someone outside the shelter is smoking cheap weed.  The wind feels my nostrils will appreciate the aroma.  I’m not even looking for a skunk but I hope he doesn’t get on the same car of the train.  I want to get away from lame memories of Levittown Brown which never seem very far away anymore.


Reeks of past mistakes

indiscretions forgotten

as time flies by


Author's Notes/Comments: 

Experimenting with the haibun style which is a mash up of prose with haiku/senryu

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