dash

wee carnations, baby’s breath delicate

in slender, white container set

on the flat stone with loved names

and lifetimes of struggle, dreams

pain and laughter given no more

than a dash between numbers

soft flowers in memory

of their gift of life

but proving too insubstantial

as the wind nudges it over

the water spills across letters

etched in stone

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timberline lodge

haiku

massive stone fireplace

four stories high, three open

grates to warm skiers

            mjNordgren  7/19/2022  Gov’t Camp