tanka

tanka--
small songs I sing
to join
my voice to other voices
hidden in the grass

Monday, January 21, 2013

[I sleep . . .]

I sleep
with her cradled
in my arms
this dark animal
we call sorrow


Notes from the Gean 15,  Jan 2013



1 comment:

  1. Excellent, Jenny. We do need to hold sorrow in our arms from time to time.

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