Blue bottle grouping
silent float on the water
pushed in by the tide
Pink and Blue gas-filled bladders
appear old warships full sail.
** Tanka
"From poetry and photography to magical fiction, I crafts stories of resilience, imagination, and the enduring power of kindness."
Friday, August 26, 2011
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