(the vine, haikus)

Oh petty distress!
Your heavy weight cripples me
I have suffered loss

Aroused from slumber
I gazed out of a window
And ruined my day

Tiny backyard, woe
So depressingly barren
The vine is now gone

Not a trace remains
The cat's claw has been removed
"De-clawed" you might say

Can I place the blame?
The landscapers meant no ill
But they should have known

(Granted, there is more
They fucked up the internet
While cutting the vine)

But for now, mourning
Lament for the cat's claw plant
No longer with us...

Where do I begin?
It made this quaint house complete
Bringer of soft joy

It's beauty eased our
Urban desert living space
The sole sign of life

It was kind to us
A green and yellow curtain
That absorbed the sun

Photosynthesis
Watered by A/C runoff
And trimmed with mild care

Rest in peace, dear vine
Every time I look outside
I will think of you



But now, just outside,
An existential crisis...
How can I go on?

Beauty is now dead
Replaced with aesthetic doom
Birthing depression

Haikus ease my pain
But my yard has lost it's soul
And my heart is black

Fucking stupid yard
You're a life-sucking mass of
Concrete and stucco



This void ails me so
But I find comfort knowing
The cat's claw lives on

My dear friend Sarah
She made paper out of you
Out of your seed pods

She gathered them up
Over a couple of days
And took them to school

Her labor bore fruit
Thick, brown, beautiful paper
I have a whole stack