17 – oops
oops. missed my haiku
yesterday. but i’m not mad.
it was a great day.
I can’t run to you,
you died on a humid sunny day
my crying is medicinal in nature;
I’m afraid,
I remember how you danced with me when it rained,
now I’m confused about the pain,
it’s antithetic but I can’t abstain
I’m sad in the sunshine and energetic in the rain
your memory is a strain, like I just can’t let it be mundane
By way of estrangement arrangement
I’ve saved $1,500.00 on Father’s Day gifts.
It’s worth every penny,
graced with Abe Lincoln’s
shiny copper head.
Father Abraham had many sons
and many sons had
a $9 coffee on the way to work.
I pull to the window
and drop some change in a jar
I sip my drink through a straw
like I’ve almost forgotten
to feel bad about the turtles
after all this time.