your love poem is filled
with aluminum powder:
in the email
her emoticon winks at me
with its tongue stuck out
The Tanka Journal, 41, 2012
A Room of My Own: Drifting in White Ribbons Tanka
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*Re-Homing in the Maple Land*, XLIII
written on Canada Day Eve
twilight mist
drifting in white ribbons
over the river ...
thoughts of staying or going
tangl...
