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RUNNING THROUGH THE SPRINKLER

I stand on the sidewalk, a jet of cold water in front of me, my impaired eyes unable to find a way around it, as cars whoosh by on the busy street. The ninety-degree sun beats down. A tepid breeze caresses my face. I remember how fun it was to run through the sprinkler as a kid. Why not, I think. With a hearty “Yahoo!” I dash into the water’s inviting coolness.
a hot summer day
cold water sweeps over me
I’m a child again

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Note: The above poem is a haibun which combines a paragraph of prose with a stanza of haiku. To hear me read it, click the link below.

Running through the sprinkler.mp3