the morning breeze
turns maple leaves to song . . .
alone at the window
I hear how Mother's words
come home have aged
Revision, Skylark 3:1, Summer 2015
A Room of My Own: Stock Ticker Tanka
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*Against the Drowning Noise of Other Words*, CCXCVI: "stock ticker "
a bruised girl’s hand
clutches a slice of bread
in pixels—
a stock ticker flashes past
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