Day Twenty Six
little blueberry
rolling from my eager lips,
a bankrupt sigh asyour inky distillation
betrays your sanctuary
Day Twenty Six
little blueberry
rolling from my eager lips,
a bankrupt sigh asyour inky distillation
betrays your sanctuary
To Create... 
The too-many-words-me loves the pure witness of minimalism when I read it. dd
The form is a tanka, sort of an extension of haiku. It reigns me in. I like that, also. Thank you.