Monday, January 21, 2013

Memories: a tanka for a friend


Yes, listen closely.
Whispering in the warm air.
Always here, always.

Sweetness, joy, love, music and all those things.
Only your heart holds them now.

Poetry, again? Oh, yes. . .always poetry of one kind or another. Sometimes it is the only way I can speak.

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