moon race
a scallop ignites
its rocket
hurricane agate
I cup your hand
around the wind
a groundhog
sees its shadow . . .
showdrops
I hand-stitch
a bereavement quilt
through the night
silver threads unwind
from spools of my tears
Honoured to know that the following work was selected as Best-of-Issue Tanka in Time 60:
paper-thin roses
from your memorial . . .
I crush them
between palms that have
lost the will to pray
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