Monday, October 20, 2008

Morning Renku

Red trees in the
picture foreground:
strangers kissing


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Mist inbound.
The world is
getting shorter.


***

First frost
Tall oaks shower away
their makeup

1 comment:

Gregory Bem said...

I think this is the way most poetry should go. Tho about the voice . . . how far does it get displaced?