I walk along the shoreline. Evening has lowered her veil showing her sumptuous soft features laced by her endearing charms. Darkness sweeps the horizon as if her arms had become heavy and fall slowly to her side. I slide my hand into hers when she would allow it and we steal soft whispers and the most delicious tender kisses, a bliss unknown to us so far. And as the stars find their spaces,
our faces are graced by a glow so bright it can be seen for miles and miles of smiles of a summer night!

waves washing away
the harshness of  summer days
as the night smiles

© Walter J. Wojtanik

dVerse Poets Pub – Haibun #40: Summer



Main Street Buffalo, NY

“The theater, the theater,
whatever happened to the theater?”
~Danny Kaye from “Choreography” in White Christmas

Dear Olaf,

They’ve torn up Main Street to put in the rail;
The subway is progress, I suppose, but only
if it ends up going somewhere.
There once was activity before,
and people drove downtown in droves –
to shop, do lunch, work and get around to the theater.
It’s all but a memory now, abandoned.
But it was happening then!
Wish I were there!

My Kind Regards,

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016

**The postcard depicts the heyday of the downtown Buffalo Theater District. The “BUFFALO” sign marks what is now the Shea’s Performing Art Center, an exceptional throwback to those days, still the anchor of a hopeful resurgence. They’re bringing traffic back to Main Street.