Haiku 3
Small green sand bucket
Holding my daughter's laughter
Ebb tide pulls away
Poetry
We told the story together
Tear filled fear at the start
and then the excitement of buying a high end stroller
we pushed around the mall filling with doll clothes and music boxes in
preparation
for our still imaginary fare.
I caught you round bellied surveying construction of the crib in our living
room.
Your
Phrenology
"Hey daddy, do you have a picture of just you in a frame?
Do you want one? So I can remember you when you die."
The memory of you, silhouette against the lake, pensive and staring out
into reflections and ripples, casting a net of thought,
almost indistinguishable