on adornment, tanka and one haiga

the-teenager

(by the way, this is the same boy as in the post below and this image was done on an iPad)

vulnerable
I’d say
so heavy with gold
“I wear it all at once,” she says
“in case it gets stolen”

this baby
fingering the locket
at my neck
breaks into
inexplicable tears

around her neck
shells and hag stones
my hippy daughter
with love in the spring
of her step

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