Spun as adventure,
it’s a long hard drive with a
heartbroken daughter.
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Moved back home
God, stupid parents
How’s work? Boyfriend? Pretend to
care but want me gone.
Little white lies
Enjoy the city.
Envision the future I
text, wanting her home.
Marriage
Some–like white wine–are
best when young. My French Bordeaux
grows better with age.
On a cold winter’s night
Kitchen windows fogged,
oven-baked chicken is the
scent of homecoming.
Brief holiday visit
Once her nest, now a
museum to her old self.
Home is elsewhere.
Sufficient
Some days it’s enough:
an absent child’s return, a
dog’s rapt love, a kiss.
Nostalgia
She cried at the film’s
end, remembering how much
she’d once loved the book.
Afterwards
We discuss the soul,
ponder death’s postlude, then choose
the happy ending.
Dizziness diagnosis
He feared brain blood clots
but it’s labyrinthitis.
He’ll live after all.
a haiku a day 