Sunday, June 01, 2008



Piazza Tale


As always: for my husband red wine, for me white wine.


"When I was young, strangers complimented me."

"What was your last sentence, honey?"

"Strangers made compliments in my youth."

"Often?"

"No, not often. I was shy and had to wear glasses."

"A lot of women have to wear glasses."

"I was too stupid to recognize that I was quite pretty then. Today photos tell me that..."

"Salmon or lamb chops? Or better the vegetarian dish?"

As always: no coffee after lunch.

We walk across the footbridge and reach the piazza.


Heat

the dog

opens one eye



(author: Angelika Wienert, first published in:
Haibun Today, April 30, 2008)

12 comments:

John McDonald said...

enjoyed this one
john

haiku-shelf (Angelika Wienert) said...

thank you very much, John!

Borut said...

Ditto John. An eye-opener!:)

haiku-shelf (Angelika Wienert) said...

thank you, that you read "Piazza Tale", Borut!

Tikkis said...

The dog's tail
doesn't move --
siesta

haiku-shelf (Angelika Wienert) said...

yeah, Tikkis! that`s siesta!

polona said...

love the leisurly mood this creates...

Magyar said...

"Today, photos tell me that..."

In looking back, we see what we could not see then; often we were more... than we were.
_m

haiku-shelf (Angelika Wienert) said...

thank you so much, Polona and Magyar!

Bill said...

Very good.

haiku-shelf (Angelika Wienert) said...

thank you very much, Bill!

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

very nice :)