a double rainbow
over our childhood river
for a moment
she reads me like
a Jackson Pollock
Revision, Paper Wasp, 18:3, Spring 2012
A Room of My Own: Drifting in White Ribbons Tanka
-
*Re-Homing in the Maple Land*, XLIII
written on Canada Day Eve
twilight mist
drifting in white ribbons
over the river ...
thoughts of staying or going
tangl...
