A Memorial Day Meditation

Upon these moments
Fields of grass with stone scribed names
Silence tells the tale

Fun

Ground down from despair
Filled with negativity
Hating the word “fun”

Walking Memories: A Haiku

Reflect on myself
Walking upon these same streets
Changed and new blended.

Walking Memories

Walking upon old roads
My childhood feet trode.
Memories, feelings lurking
Forgotten flit forth, bird-like;
A flicker upon consciousness
Vanishing like morning fog
Leaving no trace save the
Dream-like phantom reflection
Of my youth.