CINQKU.........
Denis M. Garrison, US

 

my son’s
first haircut,
so fine his locks—
footpath pink with drifting
petals
 

moonlit 
riverside 
wet mossy stones—
she left at night without 
one word 

mother 
pours her tea, 
missing her cup—
the teapot’s glaze is crazed 
with age

 

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