cattails
September 2016
Haibun
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UHTS collected works


Left Behind
Mike Montreuil
Canada


It returns, in between sleep and the cat kneading my belly, purring; his way of letting me know it’s morning. It returns, but for an instant, enough to make me want to be at time before I left my childhood behind. It returns, a sharp recollection of nights watching the auroras and spy satellites from a still canoe.

another announcement
in the obituary pages
was it so long ago?