A Tanka Sequence
our skin
is the scarlet letter
lingering
on this chilly night
a man with his hands up
columns of smoke
from a commercial strip
the banner
Black Lives Matter
stained with mud and blood
Atlas Poetica, 21, 2015
A Room of My Own: Thoughts Pacing Gembun
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Another night of shifting, flipping the pillow, and counting sheep …
my thoughts pacing
in moonlit dark, one stray
outbarks the rest
