distant laughter
his hospital window
frames the harvest moon
sunlight through icicles
his dimpled smile
stops our talk of cancer
out of the church
a white coffin
between bird calls
NeverEnding Story, September 19, 2015
A room of My Own: Immigration Gembun
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*Re-Homing in the Maple Land*, XLII
A new life in this promised land of milk and honey, where my veil of
forgetfulness drapes like a shroud.
shoppers come...
