"Succumbed" another Haibun I am on the threshold
of being authorized to move a little to the left.
All my life has served as preparation
for this speck of innocence to have evaporated
at my level of awareness.
Who is watching is the same as who has watched.
I have humiliated my first family
by observing an obsequious approach.
I abide by level best in the imagination.
I am caught in bought-off fury.
All my temper leaps when teased.
Wheelbarrows filled with higher education
have been shaped into thin frames thrust on my walls.
How will you know me underneath my leadership.
Your evidence they said, your limber-ship
he spoke back to have a little girl
and to distinguish parent from child
no short art form minus safety, minus sanctions.
Is it all right if I leave out crumbs?
Is poised on a priori element of breaded thought?
How I love you How I learned to have not
loved myself How spontaneity informs
new leaves How conceptual How irrelevant the mere particulars