Unprepared
by HH
Lost the idea.
Inspiration is fleeting
when lacking a pen.
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LUNA
by HH
“She was just a dog,”
says someone who doesn’t know.
She was so much more.
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Hutch Echoes
by HH
Late spring desert rain.
The Proust Effect is real.
I smell the rabbits.
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One Day of Glory
by HH
Deadly arms outstretched.
Argentine giant: Spring’s sprung!
Fleeting blooms strike awe.
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Losing Bubbers
by HH
Sweet Boy, what happened?
One last, sweet lick to my nose.
Bestest boy ever.
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