A haibun:
If Walls Could Talk?
Plastered.
And there wasn’t even a beverage involved.
Attempting to make smooth that which
is the support and foundation.
Hide the pointing -
the mortar of glue...
isn’t that what we all do?
Especially with those things we don’t want...
to remember or give credit where it is due.
All that which shaped where we stand - now.
Plastered.
pasty goo on walls
dried fine, perhaps painted blue -
brittle dry chips...fall
©JP/davh
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