I mutter
nothing much to write about …
the blank screen
looks into me deeper
than my unfinished life
FYI: My gembun below could be read as its prequel:
A cursor blinks in the white of my screen.
darkness pools around stars
words I never said
words I never sent
And my tanka below could be read as its sequel:
coffee ring on ring ...
I type five lines, five lines
then delete all
start again as robins sing
sing up the morning sun
