Amidst bustling voicescart ladies shouting the contents of the dim sum cartsI hear your voice…
Imbolc,
auspicious age,
let milk
Impenetrable strings of seduction,along lie purple anemones of trust,cordial invitations to sip hot milk,as the steady cycle intrepid…
A one-line poem
When we hung your pictureback on the wall, you chuckled atyour once “milky white…
Your caring grows stronger,
Milking my tears of joy, and