christmas party (haibun)

ok, this is pretty rough but i'm posting it anyway.

boxing day. the weather is mild, overcast, but clouds are gradually breaking. i turn into the forest and slightly uphill, heading towards one of my favourite spots. i pass a few fungi and a small heap of rabbit droppings along the way. by the edge of the forest some daisies still turn their white faces towards where the sun is supposed to be. frost has spared them so far. i hear a buzzard calling but don't see the bird.

a faint shaft of sunlight breaks through the clouds and a reflection catches my eye. there, stuck in the fork of a tree, a glass! and just below, another one. i explore further. an empty bottle of an unidentified liquor, a spent firework. there must have been a party last night.


fireworks
the dog shivers
in my lap

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štefanovo. vreme je blago, oblačno, a oblaki se postopoma trgajo. zavijem v gozd in rahlo navkreber, namenjena k enemu mojih najljubših prostorov. ob poti naletim na nekaj gobic in kupček zajčjih iztrebkov. ob robu gozda nekaj marjetic še vedno obrača svoje blede obraze proti mestu, kjer naj bi bilo sonce. slana jim je še prizanesla. slišim klice kanje, a ptice ne opazim.

bled pramen sončne svetlobe se prebije skozi oblake in odsev mi pritegne pozornost. tam, zataknjen v rogovilo drevesa, kozarec! nekoliko pod njim še eden. raziskujem naprej. prazna steklenica neznane pijače, iztrošena raketa. očitno je bila tu sinoči zabava.

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