Micro Haibun / By Cafe Haiku on 29/09/2026

 Rustling shadows

Day after day, after day, after day, until one day…
And then, not even a day goes by and someone
(someone else) comes to clean up the place…
Few garbage bags: our memories.

rustling shadows –
an origami crane
through the shredder




Snowflake

One fine day, when you will see a single snowflake, it will not be a sign of winter coming, but of me being close to you.

Alzheimer’s –
the purest snow is nothing
but masked mud




I, you, we…

The shell that once hurt your sole, I’ve kept it ever since with me; a red drop on my neckline…
I keep trying to find my way, and as I don’t, I go back to the sea and ask about you. But the sea, pushed away by alluvial soils, is no longer where I left it.
Same as you…
Or me?

I, you, we –
some sand that settles
in the central void