If We Are Not Careful

Soon comes
the implosion
when distance
finally digests itself
secreting apprehension
like so much fertilizer
and I will be left
looking back
tending the fragile thing
that once
(or was it a dream)
was a firecracker

Photo by Karin Gustafson

Lucky (?) #13 in April, for Karin’s prompt to the Real Toads: REMAINS OF THIS MONTH

Editing to add this little haiku I scribbled last night and promptly forgot. You know, it helps with my goal for April!
wild, wild Friday night
new battery in her book-light
finds her own delight