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11 10 2014 gettysburg dry corn 3

It came as a surprise – this vision of beauty and abundance – but there it was, rustling all around me.  I waded into its brown waves and knelt in the dirt.  The monuments of Gettysburg disappeared – swallowed by the scent of the earth as much as the cornfield around me.  It was a heady perfume, this scent of autumn:  as sweet as a sigh, but powerful enough to cover the memory of blood.

in gold and brown notes –
the perfume
of lost and found

Linked to Carpe Diem Time Machine 8.  We were given 24 hours to write a kikôbun – “a literary travel journey entry; a set of notes similar in format to haibun.” 

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26 thoughts on “perfume (kikôbun / haibun)

  1. Your words had me standing there, in the cornfield of Gettysburg. thank you for letting me not smell the blood if but for a moment. Beautiful travel journal entry feeling.

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