Under the Sun: A Haibun

New Year's drink
our yellow streams cross
each other's

'Son, now you're a man, ' Father says coldly. Something strange…something I can't articulate in his eyes. A gaze I will carry with me always.

the moon floats
from one glass
to another…

Haibun Winner,2012 Great Big Little Poems Contest

poem by Chenou Liu
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