English teacher said
Just wipe 'I used to be....'
out of your mind
walking home alone
...
standing still
three First Nations children
in twilight
my spring-roll stand
...
a frog jumps
in my haiku draft
ripples
to the page's edge
...
a crescent moon
in the attic window
at three a.m.
my tanka drifting
...
one drop
after another
the winter rain
falls on our faces...
...
English teacher said
Just wipe 'I used to be....'
out of your mind
walking home alone
...
Alone at dawn
amid cherry blossoms
a butterfly’s dream
...