in the black heart of night
I lie in bed fretting over
blue injuries of the past
bobbing up and down
in the white ocean of time
my mind drifts towards ...
the edge of this gray world
Winter 2010 issue of Rust+Moth.
A Room of My Own: River Trail Tanka
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*Starlight on the Gutter of Blossoms*, IV
silver moonlight
drips through weeping willow leaves
the river trail reeks
where a stray rips the throat
from ...
