tanka by jenny ward angyal
An exquisite pairing. I'm waiting for this summer solstice to dissolve my old ghosts. ;)I could read "passing strangers" over and over.
I really like the second one - could be a real encounter or a commentary on us all, that one day we will be only mist too... :(
Thanks, Susan! It actually was a real encounter, but I'm happy that you can read the poem on multiple levels.