dappled dusk
the chirping of crickets
breaks bell-notes
eyes upon the dripping
moonlit lane
full moon
the smell of steamed rice cakes
fills an attic room
Getting Something Read (April,22, 2010)
A Room of My Own: Normal Life, A Soap Bubble
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my friend turns
forty the age his father died
he mutters
*the Grim Reaper haunts me*
*like my walking shadow*
breaking news
at the first light of spring daw...