buried
five cold years
but never gone—
our bedroom's fragrant with
her scent

                                                                    Cinqku #1 by Denis M. Garrison

Mourning
ritual—
white wooden Cross,
flowers, balloons, mark where
they died.

                                                                    Cinqku #14 by Denis M. Garrison

midday
broiling sun—
horses and I,
the spring water trough, all
sweating

                                                                    Cinqku #30 by Denis M. Garrison

drenching
July storm
writhing steam lifts
through the downpour—falling,
rising

                                                                    Cinqku #31 by Denis M. Garrison