Tanka
eggs soak
in cups of dye
on Easter Eve...
we whisper
about his death
beached
collections of shells
no longer drifting...
we pay mortgages,
dream of the sea
spring heat wave
I hear yellow warblers
in the yard
and forget
my to-do list
Haiku
the buzz
of a hummingbird...
my red dress
the joke
on his Easter Egg....
blushes of pink
