boobs not bombs
painted in blood red
on their chests . . .
a line of young men
busy taking photos
Atlas Poetica, #23, 2015
A Room of My Own: Orphanage Gate Tanka
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hand-me-down shirts
with elbows worn thin
in dim twilight
each boy's gaze tracks the couple
past the orphanage gate
*Added:*
this fresh morning
I wake al...
