pulling up the blind
in this mid-autumn sky
I see
her plane leaving
the long white trail
she's gone forever
darkness fills up the space
where my heart
has reserved for her
since we first met in '68
alone
by the Pacific shore
I put
a seashell to my ear
on a windy autumn day
a handful of sand
defying the grip
of my clasped fingers
Cupid’s arrows fly
at a lonely darts pub
the ebb
and flow of thoughts
of her
that keep beckoning me
on that starry night
autumn
that crimson lure
tricks me
into forgetting
winter will come soon
Lynx,XXVI:3, October 2011
NeverEnding Story: Call for Haiku and Tanka Submissions in Response to UN
Report,"The Anatomy of a Genocide"
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My Dear Poet Friends:
On Tuesday, U.N. Special Rapporteur Francesca Albanese accused Israel of
committing acts of genocide. She spoke in Geneva about her m...