Haiku written in May thus far. Katherine Mercurio Gotthardt, copyright 2024, all rights reserved.
heading south
warm waters flow more slowly
even rivers age
she fed the hungry
canned ham opened with a key
love she could afford
wrong ingredient
and so we begin again
from scratch
Which one is
carnivore? Tick? Or my dog
who eats them?
He says he wants one,
a backyard and a garden.
I tend to grow weeds.
sew lovingly
those threads beneath the seam
holding together
afternoon naps
alongside a sleepy dog
light spring rain
toes rigid as bones
themselves, traffic cramping
like calves
