A Year Gone with the Wind: A Tanka Sequence

I gaze
with my shadow
at the spring moon
that used to perch
on our shared dream

I dust
out photos taken years ago
wondering
if there's a Gobi Desert
in a corner of her heart

drinking alone
under an autumn sky
in my glass
I see her moon face
of three loves ago

snowing outside
I sit at a window
drinking coffee
the old self walks into
the summer of '67

Atlas Poetica, #6