slow rain …
by a roadside cross
a spray of silk roses
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Kathryn J. Stevens
Kathryn J. Stevens worked in marketing communications with IBM and before that with one of the divisions of The State University of New York at Albany. Her poems have been published in Modern Haiku, Frogpond, Ribbons, Haibun Today, Contemporary Haibun Online,The Heron?s Nest and KYSO Flash. She currently lives with her husband and elderly cat in Cary, North Carolina.
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__ First seen, heartful Memorial Kathryn, and we see these mementos from place to place; they grow our thoughtful care.
__ Nearby, there is a -bicycle fork and its handlebars- posed on a roadside banktop. In standing there as its decorations proclaim, -it seems to be a cross- to the person that had passed riding that bicycle.
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slow rain …
by a roadside cross
a spray of silk roses
—KATHRYN J. STEVENS
The first line and the fact this is a memorial to someone possibly killed by a drunk driver or certainly someone who might have driven away makes this doubly poignant.
In a small town, such as the one that I come from, everyone knows the person for whom the bunch of roses are left on the road in and out of town. Poignant haiku.
__ First seen, heartful Memorial Kathryn, and we see these mementos from place to place; they grow our thoughtful care.
__ Nearby, there is a -bicycle fork and its handlebars- posed on a roadside banktop. In standing there as its decorations proclaim, -it seems to be a cross- to the person that had passed riding that bicycle.
time passes
as its rust grows deeper
love follows
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slow rain …
by a roadside cross
a spray of silk roses
—KATHRYN J. STEVENS
The first line and the fact this is a memorial to someone possibly killed by a drunk driver or certainly someone who might have driven away makes this doubly poignant.
Alan
In a small town, such as the one that I come from, everyone knows the person for whom the bunch of roses are left on the road in and out of town. Poignant haiku.
marion