a sudden scream
fading into the day
the loneliness
of a straight road
under the watchful sun
I keep walking
long day's journey
arriving at the fork
I choose the road less traveled
the road disappearing
into the mist
I keep walking
March 2010 issue of Word Catalyst
A Room of My Own: Time Span Tanka
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in blossom rain
my pink-haired daughter laments,
*we'll all die one day...*
I reply, let's hope
the time span makes life unique
