this winter mist . . .
like Penelope I weave
and unweave
a shroud of words
to ward off loneliness
"Myths and the Creative Imagination," Atals Poetica, 2015
A Room of My Own: Thoughts Pacing Gembun
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Another night of shifting, flipping the pillow, and counting sheep …
my thoughts pacing
in moonlit dark, one stray
outbarks the rest
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