six a.m., i am

May 28, 2015

six a.m., i am
counting sheeps backwards against
the curtain of bird

calls and your memory, a
futile grasp for what might’ve been
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Written by yi-ching lin Posted in art, life, personal, poetry, reflections, thoughts, writing Tagged with awake, awakening, bird calls, memory, morning, poetry, relationships, sheep, tanka, waka