Japanese Poems
Between the bent boughs
of the splayed sumac, the silver
owl rests his head
The perimeter
left by your absence is long
to walk in one day
The angel in her
credenza of extreme be…
Japanese Poems
Between the bent boughs
of the splayed sumac, the silver
owl rests his head
The perimeter
left by your absence is long
to walk in one day
The angel in her
credenza of extreme be…
Rachel Cusk photo courtesy the author.
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