haiga
the vanishing shape of a leaf… filter of age
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he approaches tanka
he approaches spreading the fan of his tail cocksure he shakes his feathers pecks the ground for seeds
without a roof tanka sequence
without a roof I’ve never given great thought to the “I” of my soul whether it’s a blade of grass or a gathering of acorns in the park twenty autumns ago before a suicide attempt— I see my body as it is now, torn and aching like the hem of my jeans regret is not slanted, it is my own construction the home I built the house I chose
Dementia # 2
she has a craving for Popsicle— a return to her childhood… she’s *leaning on the sun it’s hot, so, so hot Citation: Emily Dickinson