cold wind
from passing trailer trucks --
the sex worker
looks at her reflection
in a roadside puddle
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...
