lost lullaby…
my parents’ voices
from next room

after a fight –
the bitter taste
of next morning coffee

blind mirror –
the fine art of avoid
my own gaze

first rain of spring –
from me to us
smell of wet tarmac

red moon –
a wish silently slips
in our bed

Otata, issue #26, February 2018, edited by John Martone

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