In exile, this black daylight, can I knock on a wall of silence to make the sound of protest?
in my throat
words just well up...
shrill of cicadas
Will the sky hold my thoughts? Looking out the window, I see a paper bag floating in the wind.
Haibun Today, 6:2, June 2012
One Man's Maple Moon: Wild Flowers Tanka by A A Marcoff - *English Original* to pass quietly from one world to the next gathering wild flowers in my mind *Blithe Spirit,* 29:4, 2010 A A Marcoff *Chinese Transla...