a dung beetle
lies on its back
with its feet
toward the starless sky
...
she replies
in a flat tone
"don't worry, I'm fine..."
her arms dotted with scabs
...
all the bitterness
locked inside her heart...
the clicking
of grandma's needles
...
crows on the fence
squawking like academics
at a conference
my Lego-brick words
...
A Tanka Set
The feeling of love is [not] something that is transient or can be tarnished by the works of time -paraphrasingSreoshi Sengupta
...
my "now"
written to fill up
a jagged piece
of time...
...
at the top
of the ferris wheel
a boy
stretches both his arms
...