Different Towns (a Haibun)

Different Towns (a Haibun)

 

Perseid meteors blaze across a sky darker than the ones I see in Bellingham. This flare in the night, white as morning light, gives me hope to get it right.

 

White and black are accentuated here in North Idaho where Republicans and rifle racks on rigs rule. I’m now used to the Bellingham bubble where more often kayaks are on trucks and the tone feels softer, like rain bouncing up from a puddle.

 

Having lived in both places I know that most people here are the salt of the earth, will help a stranger if they can. Maybe life is like Halloween and people wear different costumes in different towns. But deep down they are the same.

 

An osprey drifts by

With certainty in the sky

While I wonder why

 

 

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