the bird
of my dreams was shot
dead
my shadow
wanders aimlessly
breathing
in unison with my shadow
I wait
for his time
slain by night
my life
has withered
verse by verse
in the rhythm
of short, long, short, long, long
if I die
without footprints left behind
I will be lost
among floating snowflakes
in a world of one color
Lynx, XXVI:1
A Poet's Roving Thoughts: Featured Poet in Issue 21, tsuri-dōrō
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Issue #21 – May/June 2024
Featured Poet – Chen-ou Liu
a white lie
to cover another
early snowfall
light of dawn
a tai chi master
pushes the silence
AA me...