I stare at the ellipses
at the end of a life story
etched in a borrowed tongue
they speak of falling
into spaces untold and foreign
strike me with their longing
The Cherita, 2:5, October 2018
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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