fireside story—
the last log crackles
into the ending
mountain hike—
the stars I never
named before
wooden planks
in the flooded river
drifting away
the scattered remains
of our dream house
white butterflies
in mom’s kitchen garden
fluttering around
when she returns home
after her full recovery
Published in Kokako 45, the New Zealand literary journal
https://kokako10.wordpress.com/current-issue/
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