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 to encourage readers to explore the depths of their inner ocean, an unexplored self, because it's fun once you get through the emotional part... “The world around us is our vehicle, what you'll read is how I digest it.” -Budd

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