Sidewalk Haibun - Poem by Michael Pruchnicki
The story goes that when the ragged man came into
Papa's bakery and asked for a crust of day-old bread,
my sister cursed him and ran him out into the cold.
'For Christ's sake, get out and stay out! Homeless
bum! ' Before gray morning light and the last snowflake,
I lost a sister to owl-eyed despair and a father to
a final sleep in his room over the bakery.
thorn in my heart-
in lieu of hairshirt
a wilted spring flower
rue for you and me
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