Heart on Sleeve, er, Window: A Haibun of Imagination
You’ve heard of wearing your heart on your sleeve? Windows don’t have sleeves, so what’s a window to do? I remember a window hanging in a tree (don’t ask me why) that had it all figured out. It wore its heart like an ensign whipped by fearsome winds. Crows came from far and wide to admire the effect. Instead of jeering, as crows are wont to do, they cheered. Foxes hunting for a winter snack of mouse or vole looked up in admiration—probably because the heart was red as blood, and we all know how foxes love the taste of blood. Even the distant mountains seemed to approve—at least they didn’t shrug off their burden of snow and start an avalanche. The window frame seemed to take this approbation with equanimity. “See,” I could almost hear it say, “wearing your heart on your sleeve isn’t such a big deal after all. On Valentine’s Day it’s all about the love.”
Old men go to pray
at the place where dreams begin:
bend in the river.
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