Friday, May 17, 2013

You (tanka)


following you
to that corner
of my mind--
is it the dream
that tells a lie?


your eyes
fail to notice me
consciously
… a humble bee flirts with
wobbly chrysanthemums


again the urge
to rekindle these embers...
with a soft smile
you stand arms akimbo,
in a vale of fire florets

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