It is time to destroy my diaries. I rip the covers off and shred years of paper.
I am giving up my role of policeman of our life. No longer can I point to my words and say “you said in April of 1985.”
My words “our relationship is like a rotting corpse” now keep the moisture in the soil around our pumpkins.
silver snail trails
over my paper mountain
[from CONTEMPORARY HAIBUN, Vol. 9, Edited by Jim Kacian, Bruce Ross, Ken Jones, 2008, Red Moon Press, PO Box 2461, Winchester, VA 22604