Slanting through the attic window, a ray of sunlight touches my coffee-stained desk.
I look out at the maple branches swaying in the breeze. From nowhere, I feel the stab of a memory -- you waving me goodbye.
the sound of the wind
Published in Kokako 16, April 2012
A Room of My Own: Blue Monday Tanka - the blank pages of my poetry journal staring at me ... this blue Monday now dry to the bone