This week revolved around ulcer pain. I spent time every day sitting outside with Cita the Unofficially-Ours outdoor cat, studying the weeds in our backyard.
Naturally, the weeds became a rabbit hole, and I fell in.
Haiku 8: Weeds (Les Mauvaises Herbes)
(by Kristi Garboushian)
acacia, mesquite, all your
rain shelters, sunsets.
woodwork hovering above
lichen, strychnine, mulch.
Nomadic, les mauvaises herbes –
weeds unburying giants,
adornment and stain.
Thank you for being strange with me, wonderful readers!
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