haiku

fun tundra train ride
caribou won’t cross the tracks
their migration stalled

for Sunday Writing Prompt

a wordle

our tradition has been to stay awake all night on the date of the tragedy, scantily clad in nightware, mumbling prayers that vaunt the dead as cyan candles burn, mementos of the explosion set out before us on the table, sealed with paraffin, while the less faithful nod and gradually fall asleep, the plops of a dripping faucet the only sound in the room.

and by the way, in our day and time does the word “clad” own the word “scantily”?

 

For Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie and Wordle