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

Born and raised in Portland, Oregon, Budd writes because no one can 'read' him. And it's a great way to hide public thoughts...

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