He ignites me into an argument. Like a firecracker waiting to explode, I give a rebuttal. Soon we are exchanging angry words over political and religious issues. I should have held back, knowing both of us are temperamental. He walks away with a final word.
The late afternoon sun paints the trees with orange streaks. A hummingbird wings above the blossoming pink buds. A flight of birds swoon from the lack of rain in the hills. With a cooler head, I'm back in the house washing the dishes. He comes close, his stone-creased cheeks and white hair, so frail in the bright light. We let peace settle like a cuddly dog, between father and daughter.
cacti bloom around
marbled fountain lady with jar,
wind-stroked by hot sands
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Haibun Monday - hosted by Kanzensakura - prompt is about hot days of summer. (Sorry had to do 2 paragraphs). How did dog days summer affect you and these times in your life? Give me your best shot at this in a tight one paragraph haibun with a true, classical nature oriented haiku at the end (with season and cutting words).
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