Dispatch #28
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Rented Room Haibun
How time inhabits the house shapes the language of the room. Late sun floods the window beside the staircase as it sets over the mountain. Light cuts across a vertical crack on the wall and expands, blotting out the handrail. The staircase vanishes. The floor falls through the ceiling’s shadow.
night—speechless
but for a bat
squeaking in the eaves