I ran to the end of the Go Train and watched as her figure shrank on the sunlit platform . . . Tonight I watch the wind-whipped snow pile up.
the last photo of her
holding pink roses
finding another patch
of gray hair
published in Haibun Today, 5:2, June 2011
A Room of My Own: Border Gate Tanka - a touch of winter sunlight ... the barefoot boy waits with two backpacks at the border gate Note: My haiku below could be read as a sequel to the tanka abov...