black neighborhood
patrol cars rattling
clouds of dust
noonday silence ...
rows and rows of policemen,
hooded youth
NeverEnding Story, September 24 2016
A Room of My Own: Time Span Tanka
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in blossom rain
my pink-haired daughter laments,
*we'll all die one day...*
I reply, let's hope
the time span makes life unique
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