Lonesome American Dreams – Haiga (Haibun) – March 17, 2015

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When I returned to the United States after an absence of nearly 30 years in 2010 my sister took me on road trips to any place she thought that I might find interesting.  One of these road trips took us to St. Louis where we visited a farmer’s Market called Soulards,  the Italian quarter known as ‘The Hill’ and of course to a Cardinal’s baseball game.

I think the most interesting spot for me was indeed ‘The Hill’.  To tell the truth, there was little or nothing of modern Italy about it (except for a magnificent, rich, creamy espresso I drank in a Caffè!).  Like most things I found in America, this place was like an echo from another time and place. I’d already noticed that the American’s seem to love to preserve a sort of decay, if I can use that word, that you won’t find in most of Italy and here it was even more apparent.

The buildings, inside and out, were often weathered and dark, with grey creaky floors and yellowed walls.  Italy is yes, ancient and we have oodles of old monuments and ruins, but when you go inside a restaurant, store or someone’s home, everything is bright and pretty much modern.  In some places it seemed that modernization ended in maybe 1955.

Perhaps each is seeking something that seems to be ‘missing’ in their society.  This has been something I’ve pondered on, off and on, since I made that and my subsequent 2012 trip.

from Italy
with dreams of golden paved roads
a house on the hill

© G.s.k. 15

 

This post was inspired and is linked to Heeding Haiku with Ha (Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie)