Susan Diridoni
not having
eyes for glacial motion …
senses swim
night’s echoes
steeling will upon
the dawn
throated bird …
your song of fresh
cut years
climbing the
eclipse of your heart …
my trumpet
losing my
balance near solstice
dreams collide
three crows
darker, thicker, in the
filigree tree
the viscous masque
of memory too dim …
wings unraveling
in the sand,
a ladder patiently
waiting
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Susan Diridoni is a psychotherapist in private practice. For the last few years, her poetry has been appearing in print and online journals of haiku and tanka.
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