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tim's Bits and Pieces - 45. Miracle
It was May 2018 when I wrote a Haibun about construction around where I work. It hasn’t improved. For a long while it was much worse. It’s hard to imagine that it will be better when it’s finished. We’ve had over a year with no shelters from the winds, rain and soon, snow.
All this construction is for us
Commuters who travel around by bus
We await a new citywide light-rail line
I hope that I live long enough
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Sidewalks are a patchwork of old cement and new asphalt. They are uneven, and not the friend of we who need an aid when walking. They will be a nightmare to clear in winter. I know I will take a different route to work then.
Hundreds of hazards, dangers galore
It isn’t a neighborhood anymore
Yet it’s where people live
Where they sleep, eat and shop
The walking ain’t easy
But worse if you drive
Impossible to navigate, you have to learn how
It’s all traffic barrels and concrete barriers now
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Locations of bus stops, and places to walk change daily; but they are never closer to where you need to be. Buses are detoured, waits are long and patience grows low. All of the city is affected. It’s expected to go on at least another year.
Lineless roads
are like walking the unknown
Where do we go?
No visible cues
But I need to cross the road!
~
On my old route last year there was a little tree. On one of its branches there sat a miracle. It was a child’s toy; a little winged pink pony. To me on that day it was a beacon of hope. It meant that someone put it there. Someone who wanted to save it. Someone with whimsy, hope, and humour. I couldn’t take that route for nearly year and when I next walked there the little pony was no longer there. I like to believe that someone took him home; that he’s safe.
He’s gone, but if you look, there are miracles all around us.
And there you were this wet morning
Pretty and yellow, still alive and fighting
Growing through the broken asphalt and gravel
There in amongst all those shades of gray
A glowing beacon that made me smile
Snapdragon
~
I was talking to @AC Benus who suggested i write another Haibun. I'd already written the last poem based on what i saw last Thursday. It was cold, gray and wet. So, i decided to add a couple more.
Thanks to all of you who read and support poetry and poets on GA!
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