Skrivpuff: En angenäm busstur.
Carpe Diem Haiku: Special #119,
Tomas Tranströmer’s 5th ”a wild boar plays the organ”.

Loaded with heavy shopping bags. Heading for the bus. Sign shows 4 minutes to wait. Wating and waiting. A couple hugs and kisses. A fat man watching. An Indian man talking in the phone. Teenagers chatting in the waiting box. Smokers smelling ugly.

Tired of waiting
hooping the bus will come soon
want to be at home.

Entering the bus. Fall in deep thoughts and dreaming away. Enjoying the fairy land. Making my own fairytales by the way. On my way.

Waking up in chock
I don’t know where I am
Lost in real life.

Didn’t recognize the buildings. Where am I? M-street. Gone too far with the bus. Want to stop it at once. Next busstop. Out for entering the pavement.

Probably it was meant for me to have an extra walk.
A fairytale is worth that.

I like writing Haibun and include haiku.