corridor garden swiping the spider from leaf
Tag: senryu
cold air morning urging this body to move
reconnecting the voices lost sky grey
spring the crescent sighs a personal struggle
every fibre every cell wrought with agony
spring we sunder and reassemble our bodies
the tangible ghosts behind opaque sheets
at dawn mynah twins circle in trance
spring the lightning scar across concrete
sea winds the grey creeps on the yonder
