I Miss You

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I miss you. I miss your colors, sights, smells and sounds, your breath and lively energy.  Even your grittiness, those dark places that were avoided, added depth and meaning to my stay there.  I was advised, don’t wear your fine jewelry on the subway, at least where it can be seen…you’re setting yourself up to be robbed.  Once, a desperate, gun-wielding madman invaded our restaurant on Mass Ave. and demanded money.  While everyone else froze, my husband was the only one with the presence of mind to follow his orders.  My friends told stories of being mugged in your dank, piss-smelling alleys but somehow you always held me safely among your teeming citizens, your seasons, your unrest or calm.

delicate petals
emerge from unlikely
source, contrast sings

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  1. bobellal

     /  October 17, 2016

    Okay, I admit it–I’ve pissed in some of those alleys!!!


  2. This is lovely!~ I live in Atlanta and could write something similar but I just couldn’t get my head around the prompt. But you did,….and Brava! This is an evocative haibun….there is a universality to it. And the haiku at the end is superb!
    You go, girl!


  3. I finally pulled it together, and posted of the prompt. But it’s depressing.


  4. There is something to be said of city living but I truly can’t say I miss it. But how well you’ve captured its essence, its perils. And there is something special, though different, about a city.


  5. Sounds like you are missing home.


  6. You certainly gave a good description of the city, which I do not miss, not in the least. I enjoyed the tale about the robbery..truth is often the key to a great haibun. Excellent haiku at the end. Nice to see you kept the traditional form and filled it full of grit and realism.


  7. Marvelous!


  8. lovely descriptions, Gayle! and the haiku made me smile. ❤


  9. So far i have been lucky and have never witnessed gun-wielding criminals, but you have conveyed the experience in a few words, Gayle, and I never want to! Scary stuff. but then you still miss it – as I do London! The haiku explains why.


  10. Sounds like Boston maybe or D.C. Anyway, the danger and adrenaline of cities is a constant pulse.


  11. I have felt safe in the city too but I think its knowing what places to avoid (dank piss smelling alleys) and what places to enjoy. A lovely haibun Gayle ~


  12. It helps to know where not to go in the city. It says a lot that you miss it.


  13. You wrote a tribute, a thanks. Loved it.


  14. Love the way the haiku condenses the haibun, yet providing a totally different message…


  15. the grittiness of the city — dank, violent at time….then juxtaposed to the petals that emerge.

    I cannot imagine being in a place that is robbed by gunpoint — sadly that is an everyday occurrence in areas of the city — sadly there are “areas” of a city.


  16. I do not miss city living but I can relate to how the city protecected you against its own dangers and you show this so beautifully here.


  17. The city has so much to offer…though it often comes with the price of vulnerability and peace of mind. I really like the way you talk to the city in your prose, almost thanking it for keeping you safe so far.


  18. I love the sentimental picture you’ve painted of those who have deep attachments to their city of residence or former residence, warts and all. The haiku is superb. Really beautiful in its expression of surprise gifts among city grit. ❤️


  19. I think you captured the highs and lows of city life. Well done.


  20. Hi again Gayle. Sorry I meant to put this under the one above it. Perhaps you can move it there for me by copying and pasting? The above post is really well written but of course does not have you describing your change of season in Florida. I thought I had clicked on the correct comments. 😦


  21. Gayle, I moved the one comment above this one to “Florida’s Fall” where it should be so you can delete the one above this comment. Thanks!



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