This one comes from the NaPoWriMo prompt of the day to write a haibun–not something I’ve ever tried before! For inspiration, I looked back to one of my favorite travel adventures in recent memory, in which my best friend and I toured our home state of Michigan for ghost towns and other abandoned treasures (you can read our blog about it here)
CHERRY HILL CEMETERY, NIRVANA, MI
Hello, ghosts. The wind
has rumbled your tired headstones–
ancient teeth breathing.
Names have faded, but each knows its own,
huddled together under pine trees.
The weeds grow up, around, pulled from their beds
in hopes of sunshine.
Ghosts, are you the mist
rising slow at morning’s light?
A whisper follows.