ANNIVERSARY POEM
for Jan. 28, 2009, 48 years married
the first meeting
in a room filled with chatter
there is but one sound;
your voice alone reaches my ear
long after we say goodnight
World Haiku Review, Dec. 2004
Haibun
From the Old School He takes my arm, not to lean on, but to guide me across the street. This father protector, his sole acknowledgement ...
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