Four Haikus and a Funeral

Simon Tin

On a one walk day

she knelt two metres away

and asked for his hand.

He buried his head

in the crook of his elbow

and blew her a kiss.

She’d coughed up champagne,

cooling his brow, while choosing

their favourite songs.

The iPod broke down

at a service attended

by virtual friends.

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