Honoured to be the guest poet for this issue of Upstate Dim Sum!
bowed lyre
a willow shouldering
the wind
an obituary
I did not expect to see . . .
frost smoke
someone's mitten
frozen to the slough . . .
fallow fields
empty beach
gulls have lost their reason
to squawk
whale bones
snow makes a church
of them
inky caps
make their own puddles . . .
valley rain
Special thanks to Ion Codrescu for creating this lovely haiga for inclusion in the issue:
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