Saturday, August 04, 2018

The Cherita, Book 14, May 2018

Issue: "not a memory, exactly"


windswept

prairie grasses
entice me to dance

with open arms,
I twirl until the earth
and sky are one


this bizen cup

stained with ash
and memory

my sister
speaks to me
from somewhere beyond


ensorcelled

by ribbons
of aurora borealis

we watch
as our world spins
into morning


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