every few years
I find this box again —
mother’s jewelry
Haiku 20120820
driftwood —
all that distance
to boil our water
Haiku 20120819
sunday afternoon —
the cat curled and sleeping
in the dog’s bed
every few years
I find this box again —
mother’s jewelry
driftwood —
all that distance
to boil our water
sunday afternoon —
the cat curled and sleeping
in the dog’s bed
