Friday, June 8, 2018

B

The reservoir of memories of her and I
Is suddenly empty. I'm startled:
I expected somehow more.

When you throw yourelf into
something and put in everything you have:
The reserves, the backup plans,
All get dissolved and evaporated.

I'm left staring wide second glances.
I hadn't really considered plan B.




Our desert (haiku)

I look through photos Our life through the four seasons Back through the old ones.  Blossoming in spring With all the diverse flowers ...