Mom had a poodle named Martini. She loved that dog but may have loved the liquid indulgence even more. I mean, she always pampered that mutt, but she could also out-drink a fish. The haircuts, ribbons, bows and extra olives certainly made for a colorful childhood, no matter how you choose to look at it. Anyway, I’m just sitting here right now, idly sipping a memory of the two of them, enjoying a little hair of the dog and ambivalently wondering if pets are allowed on the furniture in heaven.
moonrise at sunset…
shadows of wildflowers
in his hand
First published in Contemporary Haibun Online