The day started out somber. I was running late.
morning fog
even the hot coffee
fails to warm me
Fortunately, the traffic was light. I checked in with my tour group and had about 10 minutes to spare. We were headed to the Soldiers Memorial Military Museum.
rocky bus ride
none of us are in danger
of falling asleep
Upon our arrival, we noticed the building had a musty odor that seemed to permeate the mood of everyone present.
past rains
echo through the corridors
of heartache
Every plaque, every medal, every story had a theme. We passed name after name of loved ones who had perished.
broken clouds
every war ends with the hope
there will never be another
Haibun