This haibun is for the dverse prompt. The theme is beauty in imperfection.
There is nothing perfect under the sun. Every rose has its beetle-nipped petal, every black cat a hair or two of white, every sunset a worry that takes the form of a small black cloud. The beach has its tidemark of plastic bags, the forest, broken branches and idiotic picnickers. Even the blackbird has lost a tail feather. No pitch is perfect to the ears of a dog; no song will bring tears to every eye.
Yet the beauty of this world is in your lop-sided grin, the way you sing off key, and that you came back one day, after years of anguish, dark skies dispersed and doubts put to rest. You came back with open hands full of sunlight and the heart I gave you that you didn’t want, and this time, to place it with your own.
Lake mirror shatters
into broken silver light—
trout leap, ripple arc.