maandag 19 september 2011

monday morning


Eight thirty a.m. The city awakes. People on bicycles and on foot pass me on their way to work. Hasty shoes echo in the narrow street.
Here and there shops are already open. Owners put their advertisement-board outside and add today’s special offer with freshly white chalk. A pink haired lady stands on a stepladder and washes the windows of an antique shop, waving enthusiastically when greeted by a passer-by.


Monday morning -
the hum of vacuum cleaners
before opening time

 

During these few hours before travelling home again I am having a final taste of the old city centre friendly atmosphere. A picture of a bill board; the silence between the walls of the public garden; the renovated fa├žades; the festive window displays. To be sure I miss nothing I study my city map once more.
Halfway through the morning I choose a seat on the heated terrace of a restaurant. A most friendly waiter welcomes me and disappears again quickly with my order for coffee and apple pie. I am suddenly aware that I haven’t thought about you since last evening.




[Contemporary Haibun Online, volume 4 #4 - dec08]

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