Traveling by subway on a Christmas Eve, you see the empty eyes of those that lost. For some the brief hour they could greet their child is over, other have ceased to even care. Their eyes are empty like they have ceased to breathe, like they are drowning; they mumble disconnected sentences; breathing inexpensive wine; the bags of bottles that they carry toll for subway midnight mass.
parcels
given to himself
no white Christmas
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December 24, 2014
Björn Rudbergs writings 
So sad, Bjorn —–
But well done.
A sad reality, Bjorn…I do see a solidarity among many homeless people this time of year at some subway stations…each respects each other’s corner/territory…the blank look comes from looking at society I feel sometimes…we are so wrapped up in our “gotta have’s” and they accept “have nots” but want to be respected too…and they should…sorry I just got carried away here.
Sadly the deprived and the poor make do with what little they have! Nice haibun Bjorn!
Hank
Well done, but so sad!
Bjorn, Holidays like Christmas are especially hard for those in need and/or suffering recent loss. Well written. — Suzanne
Thanks Bjorn … the many aspects of reality also includes this reality, how much more so we should remember this than in this period of forced gaiety … well done.
I think many are afraid of the reality of the homeless…at any time of year, afraid to look in those lost eyes. Some reach out during the holidays but we need to reach out a lot more often.
So sad, yet also real…not only white, golden and red but also the dark colours are present even (especially?!) in holiday season…
Thought provoking.
Excellent haibun. This form sees to work very well: setting a scene and then, encapsulating it.