I found the feature photo on the internet eight years ago. Since then it’s been hanging out on my laptop and phone… And the haiku, I wrote these last year during a heart break.
Monday, August 3, 2020
I.
The squirrel’s on the fence.
As the dog stares into bliss.
Still brought one more day.
II.
What a day stood dark.
Light was beneath tokens sold.
Happy they say free.
III.
Sound is motion grade,
Spaghetti I don’t care for.
When free, it moves us.
IV.
Light although be dark,
It too an option to see.
Keep going, be leaves.
V.
A process you oath.
Make it through; stories be told.
Reiki a body’s scold.
VI.
Fear falls by the tears.
The growth now moist earth.
Walk further; you’re there.
VII.
Life is not a trap.
Middle made tricking your gap.
It’s yours, don’t look back.
VIII.
Love doesn’t write back.
If it fits, forward be the feel.
Of good, but a mood.
IX.
He loves the structure.
She implements the structure.
He is the structure.
-Budd
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