THE FIRST TIME EVER I SAW HIS FACE

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I met him with a luggageful of warnings. “He could be a psycho!” was my friends’ almost unanimous fear when I told them that I would meet the man I met online who happened to be from the other side of the world. After a year of extensive e-mails and expensive phonecalls, we agreed to finally meet in person. I would fly for 21 hours while he would drive 12 hours  to get to our meeting place. To appease my friends (and the little scared voice within), I did check the information he gave me against those independently available online, memorized the emergency number (9-1-1!), and arranged to meet in my brother’s apartment in Delaware.

The hour of our meeting approached. It was on a snowy December night. I parked myself on the couch by the window overlooking the road. I jumped at the sight of passing headlights. A lot later than expected, a car parked in front of our door. The door was opened before the doorbell rang. Outside stood a handsome, clean-shaven youth, cold inside his grayish woolen sweater. “Where is your stuff?” I managed to squeak after I regained my breath.

We spent two weeks together during which time, I learned that he was definitely not a murderer but, to my tastebuds’ consternation, I also learned that he was quite adept at using leftover turkey (mostly as soggy turkey rice). Meanwhile, he learned that I could not cook to save myself and that I was shorter than he thought. He gave me a ring anyway.

Sheltered butterfly
warm inside binding cocoon
foreordained  to fly

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 DVerse’s Haibun Monday:  A Little Romance.  Jump into the pub for some romantic takes.

SHOWERS ON A HOT DAY (for WPC: Cherry on Top)

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It’s not rain but the garden hose spraying water. I did not think I could get a decent photo considering that the flower was looking down and the waterdrops were shaking the plant. I was surprised to have this when I checked the camera roll. 🙂

Raindrops filtered through
My hands are left with nothing
But what the heart holds

 

WPC: Cherry on Top

PURE

after the rains
PURITY AFTER THE RAINS

Crystalline waters
reflecting mirrors of light
so is a pure heart

breeze
PURE, CLEAN AIR

Whispering wind
Quickens the spirit
breath of life

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PURE FRAGRANCE

Scented breeze
We breathe deeply
the scent of pure souls.

WPC:  Pure