creative ramblings & reverie

Friday, December 2, 2011


Some offerings in a minor key—

months passing—
yellow acacia faded,
and this playbill too

after the storm,
old trees huddled around
a broken branch of pine

boats washed ashore,
and a “tide of bodies,”
after the tsunami

a bit of orange peel,
color and fragrance
all but disappeared

drowned villages,
bells tolling on and on


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