Morn invite. At door… Dead cockroach.
Dismal. The street side… Yet joy.
Trot. Of new dog… We all do age.
I clasp. Yet another… Leaf goes down.
Deliberate. His ashes placed… Delicately.
I race. To suddenly stop… Dead magpie on my steps.
Bare concrete. Standing out… Smooshed iridescent dragonfly.
Sun. In its rays… His twilight hour.
Curled. Within itself… Dead millipede.
Tuesday morn’… By coffee pot. Wilted sunflowers.
Cold day. Our neighbor… Passed on
Season’s first flakes… In a haiku moment Basho just died.
Crushed… Memories remain Pigeon on the road
Alive today… Soakin it all deep …Sun and pooches
way out… beauty then long gone
across my face quiet movement …orange dirt
season’s remains yet another reminder nothing remains
Last breath Of her prized catch bird in my palm
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