Tag: Logunes

tea with memories, a pause,

not for transmission,

but for resealing the pain

waves and flowers

both come predictably, and yet

we’re still surprised

The fad of

Mocking fads shows no sign

Of going anywhere

The questions I once asked

Now need answering;

But answering’s harder than asking

Three hundred miles today: mountains,

Farmland, and rivers —

And something like “peace”, also

She feels compelled, not inspired —

Creative energy wasted

In self reproach only paralyzing

My children grew up, but

Left their voices

Still echoing in the backyard