a heart-carving

with language

a son’s tears

the weight of my hand

on his shoulder

this language

so useless as salve

for shattered hope

yet starlight

an illumination

in the dark

& memory

a torch against


inspired by Makoto Ooka’s Poezie, courtesy of Poetry International

Day 6 of

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