His voice sounds like one-bourbon-minus-the-rocks too many, the skin on his triceps most likely is beginning to sag, but I like the low-down way he wears his Lee’s and there’s something about a man with calluses and that “Amarillo by Morning” look in his eyes.

		until I asked
		just another scar
		he’d forgotten

—Previously appears in Into the Light, a collection of haibun and haiku (Mountains and Rivers Press, 2014) which tied for first place in the 2015 Haiku Society of America’s Mildred Kanterman Book Awards; republished here by permissions from author and publisher

Bio: Harriot West