petals on pink
she asks, what will happen
after I die
her Cat got your tongue
lingering in my mind
those summer kisses
harvest moon...
a shadow shifting
across my poem
the recurring dream
of the mouth in Not I
winter light
Lynx,XXVII:3, October 2012
A Room of My Own: July 4th Reflection Tanka
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not down in the gutter
or high in the cirrus clouds ...
at thirty
holding a cubicle job
I stare at the fireworks-lit sky
FYI: I was reminded of the followi...