Piece #5: The One with a Person’s Name
His name? Don’t think you’d find anyone who remembers that. People just called him Ida’s Youngest. His face, yes, everyone knew his face. Ida’s Youngest. God spit that boy out on a Tuesday, mistaking him for an olive pit. That’s what the priest told Ida, and that some day her boy might sprout into something worth the bother of birthing him. Ida said that she got it all wrong raising up her youngest, and it put her off ever having another younger one.
Abstracts of nature
Splintered wood and sea water
Or wind speeding sky
Poetic form: Haibun. This is Piece Five of a (draft) multi-part project based on a concept originally created by Jim Simmerman, entitled “Twenty Little Poetry Projects”. Image is from Flickr Commons “Free Portrait Group“. ©Misky 2021
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