another holiday ...
I'm alone in the attic
a fly
battering itself restlessly
against the sunlit window
Revision Sketchbook, 6:5, September/October 2011
A Room of My Own: Parting Words Tanka
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so much of life
grows clearer with the years —
her parting words
yet grit like sand in my mouth
whenever I repeat them
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newly divorced
I stare at...
