Sun Under Her Feet : A Haibun

Her nape is moist, her breath labored after her long walk to the river. She had run through her chores, and as fast as her legs could carry, she reached the bend where the water flowed sluggish with the heat of the day. She stood under the gooseberry tree, the fruits like golden rash clung to the rough stem. A ripe berry rolled into the languid flowing water that floated the fruit up.

where the river paused
at her feet she saw the sun
emerge from dark clouds

(Day 26: ‘On the run poem’ for 2010 November PAD Chapbook Challenge.) 

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