This was supposed to be the day for my second part of an American Immigrant story. Life sometimes gets in the way. We had an injured pup to take care of over the weekend (she’s fine now) and I’ve decided to push the story another week.
But wait…there’s more!
(It’s just a haiku)
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Alone and afraid
The trek, only part of it
Hate still awaits them
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They come for it all
You waver but still hold true
Bronzed for the ages
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Running, frolicking
Soaking it all in and more
Endless, joyful days
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The cracks in the foundation
Too fine to see through
Trapped in the dark
Alone and dehydrated
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Shafts of light filter
Into this cell but offer
No clarity on my
Imprisonment
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My captor is near
Closer than I can admit
In this cell with me
Yet I am alone
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Standing is struggling but
I rise to my feet and
See the door ajar so
I open up to the light
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The hours have flown by
Forgotten work sits alone
Watching LOST again
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Dizzying and fun
Elation washing over
Please don’t ever end
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A blooming volcano
Like a flower of Decima
All of its pain
Leaking out into Gaea
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The end is a hardening
Formation of new ground
Fertility in question
Until the next round
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A retreat into slumber
Caution before waking
A beast beneath the surface
Causing a brand new quaking
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Without knowledge and care
And reason unknown
Volatility ignites a flare
Leaving it angry and alone
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A note is just that
When placed with like minded friends
Beautiful music
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A broken flower pot
Pool water green and opaque
Iron gate dismantled by Mother Nature
Weeds in the sand, too hard to grasp
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A window left open
Dirt blows in from outside
Electrical burns on the ceiling
Cat claws on all the furniture
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An ill-fitting door
Fast cars with no tires
Blinds hang askew
Water drips from every faucet
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A garage used for storage
Concrete eats away patchy grass
Unkempt roads
Cupboards full of death
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Soulful eyes implore
Nuzzle close, nothing but love
An all-time best friend
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