clad in lily-white
she sweeps into each room
and out again . . . .
the woman in my vision
remains a winter dream
loneliness ...
the thing with feathers
perches on my heartstrings
singing there is no there there
throughout this snowy night
NeverEnding Story, March 27, 2014
A Room of My Own: Freedom and Mass Graves Tanka
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*Against the Drowning Noise of Other Words*, LV: "mass graves"
hosting Passover
the festival of freedom ...
a neighbor's TV
blasts news of the mass graves
f...