Honoured to have the following waka selected by the editor, an'ya, for the inaugural issue of Petals:
I watched you
riding over bare hills
toward home
your palomino's mane
sifting the last sunrays
this glass bowl
of mollusc fragments
you showed me
how to catch the light
and how to let it go
chinook winds
keening your name
I am stung
by gusts of grief
and helplessness
pale bodies
glistening with sand
and water
the skin of our youth
sculpted by sunlight
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