The Mountain Moves Me
haiku, haibun, tanka, haiga, and longer poems
Wednesday, April 24, 2013
Maybe Next Year
We stuck to each other
like mollusks to a rock
in high tide. Remember?
I don't think I could
get close again.
I haven't been able
to write that letter.
The wind blows here
year round.
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