Would they expect me to wear black? Her voice is soft. I can tell that in her heart she doesn't feel like seeing anybody else tonight. But in a few hours her house will be filled with family and neighbours, who tell her they are so sorry for her loss and yes, of course they will sit down for a moment and no, they won't stay for coffee.
At the age they all are, visits like these happen all the time.
May day
tiny egg shells
on our garden path
-Published in Contemporary Haibun Online
September 2015, vol 11 no 3