this neon night
before my emigration
the streets
become luminous
with the light of loss
NeverEnding Story, May 15, 2016
A Room of My Own: Penetrating Silence Tanka
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*Yellowing Memory*, I:
Father's long stare
and penetrating silence
before he walks away ...
under piles of my textbooks
a new copy of *Playboy*
FYI: *Yell...