Her poems make you part of your past.

Ccomment, either in prose, of in three to five line linked verse, like waka in haibun?

She writes me a sunrise.
I give her a laugh.
We both run down the garden path.

I find myself aging backwards
as the future affects the past
far and close and there not here

They either kill or resurrect you.

Holy Viagra and resurrection, Batman !

look closer, perhaps for a shoulder to lean
refusing to close your eyes
no matter how death beckons your eternal slumber.

You tell me more about my words than I knew, thenx.

Peter




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ok, it's not really peanut butter.

Once I was just a guy she hated,
but now I'm the guy
in "Heartbreak Poem #12."