to leave or to stay...
the light and dark
of a spring wind
childhood summer . . .
learning the language
of butterflies
ninth autumn...
facing the Pacific
I undress my thoughts
a winter sunset
over the Rocky Mountains
I am not myself
New Year's Eve
after the fireworks
a moonlit cobweb
Lynx, 28:3, October 2013
A Room of My Own: All-Night Laundromat Gembun
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Distant blue flashes ripple on wet asphalt—a low echo.
half-asleep, alone
yet not alone enough
all-night laundromat
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On a cul-de-sac, a detached ...
