“The streaker?”

“We have a new one,” she tells me over wine on the porch. “He’s fully clothed, but he’ll run through a room and straight into the wall. It really freaks people out.”

I ask how many there are now—four or five. There’s the smoker, the streaker, the little girl, the one who opens and closes doors…

“The pacer,” she adds.

The pacer. I always forget about him.

old foundry
paper wasps
build in the grill


This weekend was the fourth Cradle of American Haiku Festival in Mineral Point, Wisconsin. The above haibun, based on a conversation with Foundry Books’ owner Gayle Bull, was written during Melissa Allen‘s haibun workshop.

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