I love you
but can’t be with you . . .
in a stand
of leafless sourwood trees
I still hear the buzz of love
Atlas Poetica, 25, 2016
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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