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