as I approach
half of her stiffens
and half melts away --
every now and then
I hear a skylark singing
Magnapoets, 4, July 2009
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...
