so much of life
grows clearer with the years —
her parting words
yet grit like sand in my mouth
whenever I repeat them
Added:
newly divorced
I stare at a blue moon
through the skylight—
still her side of our bed
holds the hollow shape
Added:
an alley stray
howling at the blue moon
nostalgia
like a drunken shadow
that dogs my immigrant past
Added:
words fall short
of what the heart can tell —
yet on my tongue
that first hidden love's name
leaps into the spring air
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