Hello! This poem came gently but pretty much as a whole, as I looked at the words after copying them down. I usually write poems down with line breaks from the start. Maybe my haibun-ing has a hold of my brain. I wrote this as a paragraph, typed it as a paragraph, but as I looked to see if I was going to write a haibun, the line breaks appeared. With a little tweaking and jockeying:
She liked to wander through the town,
down this alley and that lane, always
bearing towards the sea — whose beating
sound overlay everything — until she came
to the town’s edge and saw it stretch
before her, pewter under the clouds,
greener in the shallows before the water
ran up the beach, intractable. She liked
to follow the sandpipers along the shoreline,
with their skittering steps, watch the mewling
gulls as they balanced their wings
to accommodate the wind currents. She
sat for hours on the sand, watching
and listening, content to squander time.
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