no more loon calls
as the sun sets in flames
of color
alone by the lake
of my aging mind
Skylark, 5:1, Summer 2017
A Room of My Own: River Trail Tanka
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*Starlight on the Gutter of Blossoms*, IV
silver moonlight
drips through weeping willow leaves
the river trail reeks
where a stray rips the throat
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