Haiku 54/365:2013 [for Irma]

The hands that held us

grand suns that kissed our faces

in the Orleans’ breeze

 

— though time was stolen,

we loved no less than forever

as if time were a myth…

for even in death love      tethers us

that we never

                       regret what we

thought missed by time

unspent…

I love you grand~emah, journey on!

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