Category Archives: Lupins

Spring, A Reprise (and a short process note)

You can call this an experiment, a last-ditch, so to speak, attempt to marry tanka and cinqain stanzas into a longer poem by alternating them in a revisiting of the content of much of the short spring-themed calendrical pieces I … Continue reading

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Early June

Early June While lilacs grow thick in the night breeze, and lupin flaunts all day for sweet honey locust, I wait for you—or sleep—or the cold moon.

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