I write her
one poem every day
spring dewdrops
a butterfly
tattooed on her buttock
summer heat
autumn dawn
before the mirror I count
gray hairs
snow on snow
thoughts of her emerge
one at a time
Frogpond, 34:1, winter 2011
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
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