with falling leaves
I dance on the grave
of my poems—
in the beginning
the poet wrote mere words
Sketchbook, 6:4, July/August 2011
A room of My Own: Immigration Gembun
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*Re-Homing in the Maple Land*, XLII
A new life in this promised land of milk and honey, where my veil of
forgetfulness drapes like a shroud.
shoppers come...
