Soon comesthe implosionwhen distancefinally digests itselfsecreting apprehensionlike so much fertilizerand I will be leftlooking backtending the fragile thingthat 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 nightnew battery in her book-lightfinds her own delight