Last Laugh
Haibun Poem Sitting on a rock, cross-legged, I pretend to meditate. My eyes half-closed, hands on my knees fingers up, I keep repeating “ommm.” Even when he’s so far up the trail, I...
Tagged: summer
What Else Is There
Abstract Love Poems How far did the same thing go when the rest of us practice you lay in the sun the grass feels like completion home base trees whispering lullabies sit next...
