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: Drifting in White Ribbons Tanka
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*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...
