tanka

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

Sunday, April 14, 2013

[apple blossom poem]

you ask
for an apple blossom
poem . . .
they open their small fists
without a word


Atlas Poetica 12, summer 2012

2 comments:

  1. a favorite - one of a number of favorites.
    yes, they do open their small fists.

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