Two Tankas and a Haiku


Full moon this morning,
Around, shimmering halo,
Yesterday’s last kiss.



Last week, a snake brushed
My feet while I walked alone
Wrestling with my thoughts;
Now, a rustling leaf, quite dead,
Scars that exposed memory.


No looking back

When I die, promise
You will incinerate our
Memories with me;
If there is a life after
It should be yours to restore.


Posted on April 1, 2014, in Uncategorized and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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