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 and go
“I used to be” in the folds
of my Walmart smile
FYI: The "folds of one's smile," clinically known as nasolabial folds, are the natural creases in the skin running from the sides of the nose down to the corners of the mouth... Over time, these folds can become deeper and permanently visible (static lines) due to various factors, including:
Natural aging: The skin loses collagen and elastin, proteins that provide structure and elasticity.
Repetitive facial expressions: Frequent smiling and laughing reinforce the creases in the skin.
And this gembun could be read as a sequel to my tanka prose below:
The Point of No Return
On the day of my emigration to Canada, a land of maple leaves and snowflakes that will eventually bury my past.
a parting
of summer clouds
mother
lets go of my hand
. . . and of my heart
Ribbons, 16:1, Winter 2020
Added:
talk of war
a mourning dove fades
with the last light
Added:
more war news ...
on the power line
a troop of crows
