Seeing
my inner eye sees
what my outer eye misses ...
eternity
Japanese poetry. Dedicated to Harry Isamu Nakaya.
water fountains pour
Two teenaged girls, twins, stand on a stage, smiling and waving. The music begins to play. The audience settles in anticipation. Proud parents wait in the wings, smiling their appreciation. Twin hands grab mics, clear throats, the clear tones of talent and youth fill the air, with hate.
needle-sharp emerald tresses