Haibun - The Muse

The Muse

This I can tell you with certainty - my muse
has died. I discovered her swaying lightly in
the closet, hanged. As I unknotted the noose,
she sank into my hand and dissolved into spark-
ling ash which disappeared. All that remained
was a closet with a silk rope.

She didn't bother to leave a note.

Spring dream --
a haibun in my journal
called "The Muse"