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waking to a fire
burning deep within my throat
die, rotten virus

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sixtieth birthday
head-shaving celebration
quintessential dad

hot pink canvas gloves
sowing seeds in egg cartons
little gardeners

very tired day
so many people need me
can i be enough?

stormy week ahead
equip my iron boots and
charge into the gale

half-written haiku
ricochet inside my brain
trying to escape

enormous fossil
towering over children
provides perspective

contrasting grey sky
hundreds of bright butterflies
rainforest magic

slowly melting snow
subtle shifts in the sunlight
glimmers of springtime

fevery baby
whimper, mutter, moan and thrash
breaking mama’s heart