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storm

cherry blossoms flutter
as her breasts rise and fall
after the storm

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on aging

the gift of age
dances in unexpected freedom
from the perfect norm

monsoon – dverse

When she died
Though duty bade me mourn
The monsoon never came

stars – noku

brilliant stars guided
intrepid men and women
even beyond the clouds

almost a haiku

legacy – noku

Almost a haiku…

Breadcrumbs of ourselves
Lead our children’s children’s child
to be more than we

dverse – taste

Taste conjurers memories
Red wine, dinner, bright red lips
Sharing for dessert

black and white dverse

We were grey
Children who grabbed toys
Hooted, hollered
Delighted in the mud, the mess
More was marvelous
We were grey
For we didn’t see
In only black and white