****A haibun dedicated to my father **********
I am passing by the gate.
The gate is half open and I see some people standing
outside the ash-washed building.
It’s clear they have been inside.
Maybe some stayed back and held on to a living memory.
Their pain is like a slap across my face.
Are there many stretchers inside today ?
I remember him.
beside the road
two stray dogs growling
©Malintha Perera 2015