removing mascara
as the night bus roars
past my house
The Walk Home. ‘an appreciation of all aspects of life.’ haiku, senryu, tanka.
this old crypt
over tea and cakes
our laughter rises
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out there, the old moon
a single cricket chirping
The Walk Home. ‘offers the accepting spirit an entry’ http://www.albapublishing.com